monster hangover. i spend a vague morning sipping coffee and staring at wiring diagrams for the bus. for some reason it MAKES SENSE ! this is very disturbing. i have difficulty focusing on objects but the wiring diagram makes sense ?
i track it all back and test and check and twiddle. the immobiliser has fried part of itself. the cutout for the starter motor works fine but it’s not engaging the portion for the coil… and the pertronix ignition module isn’t working…. i track this down to the distributor spindle having worn through the wires! the main battery is flat as a pancake, part of the split charge system the AA guy cut into has shorted… i tidy lots of stuff up and rewire it, clean, sweep up and even scrape up the old tapecassettes glued to the dashboard tray with congealed tomato ketchup. tidy it all down and mop the chequer floor. it works. I AM THE MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE. i buy a new toolbox to celebrate then truck down to the jet wash to give the bus some kharmic maintainance. as i arrive there’s a horrible noise, looks and sounds like the bearings in the alternator and giving up. i wash it all anyway. it starts fine, rumbles, grumbles, squeals and dies. there’s that lovely flinty burned wiring type smell. it doesn’t start again. jake comes over and tows the bus home.