12/19/06

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to tell the whole Sunday story today. I've been tied up all day with the installers in the Bored Room and am just now sitting down at my desk at 1500 h. I think I can do it. So, Sunday morning I get ready to go to the shop and stand in front of the door thinking about mom being all upset with me the day before. I debate waiting for her to get home before going to the shop to gauge her mood but realize she has had all morning socializing at the church to get back into the swing of things. I go to the shop. I start back in on the stripping of the wiring harness. Gregg calls to say he is on his way with the 210. I have decided that it shall henceforth be known as Gigi II by the way. Well, at least until the original Gigi is gone. Anyhoo, I tell him I'm there and waiting then go back to the harness. I get it totally stripped to the firewall by the time he arrives. We unload the car and I park it where the trailer used to sit. With Barbecue Bob around front, and Cave In backed against the fence, I still have the same room as before for the trailer. We go inside and Gregg watches as I continue to play with the harness. I decide to look under the dash and see how it connects. I find four connectors and mark them as I disconnect each one. I pull the harness through the firewall and finish the stripping. Now I have the whole thing separated into a huge gutbucket of wires. I begin to weed out the unnecessary ones. All of the wires that used to go to the transmission: gone. All of the wires that used to go to the windshield washer: gone. Most of the wires that went to the alternator: gone. All of the wires that went to the voltage regulator: gone. Some of the wires that went to the coil: gone. All of the wires that went to the stock gauge sending units and distributor: gone. I went so far as to remove the pins in the plugs where the superfluous wires connected where necessary. I like screwing up a perfectly good wiring harness sometimes. So with the harness in a state I could live with, I began taping it back up. I started with the firewall grommet and taped to the point where the wiper motor plug split off. I decided to stop there and reinstall it so I didn’t tape anything up too short. Learned that the hard way on the Seven. Gregg is prattling on this whole time occasionally asking if he’s bugging me too much. I tell him he is not and apologize for not joining in more. I stop and we discuss moving the battery to the trunk. I say that the old battery tray would be a great spot to mount the MSD box and he agrees. I mark and drill the holes for said MSD and mount it. Once I have it in place I look at Gregg and say, “I wish I hadn’t mounted that now.” He asks why and I say, “The diagram for wiring it up is on the bottom of the unit.” He almost shoots beer out of his nose. We laugh about that while I take it out again. I write the directions on the side of the box with a Sharpie, which looks like three kinds of dog crap by the way, and re-mount it. I decide I've done enough for now and we sit and talk for a bit. He tells me about having to float $100.00 to buy the L-28 from John Ullom and I sympathize. Suddenly I remember that I have a battery relocation kit sitting in the corner by the Seven and go get it. We have a look at it and some possible mounting locations and then lock it in the trunk. At some point the dude wanting to look at Gigi calls to say he is exiting Granbury road. I tell him to call again when he gets to the gate, which he does, so I go let him in. Gregg stands around in the shop acting all grumpy because I'm selling Gigi out from under him while we go look at the cars. He, Daniel, decides he wants both Gigi and Herman so I agree to sell them. He puts down a $100.00 deposit to hold them and “get them ready” to pick up. I'll pull the engine from Gigi and maybe the one from Herman as spares for George in case I blow up the turbo motor. The dude leaves and I go back inside. Gregg is still grumpy about the deal but lightens up when I hand him the $100.00 and say, “Go pay off your engine.” He looks stunned and thanks me saying, “I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.” I say it’ll all come out even eventually and we gotta help each other out when we can. I go on to say he didn’t need another project and neither did I, better to let the cars go. He finally relented and stopped sulking. We hung out for a little while longer and then both went home. Mom was in a much better mood so I didn’t have to walk on eggshells all evening. And there you have it. I wasn’t sure I could get it all in but it only took me about forty-five minutes. But now I am going to quit because I haven’t been to the internot yet today. Talk to you tomorrow.