scooterhulk

I do not have 12v going to the coil. I have 5.6, and the FP runs when the coil is connected. But I do not have 12v that drops to 5.6. It is only 5.6.

According to the wiring diagram on DIY Autotune, the + side of the coil connects to the fuel pump, which is why I mentioned it. So, when I complete the circuit the fuel pump kicks on. In reference to your comment, I had this MS professionally installed 5 years ago. Have never had any problem out of it. I did some work on this car that had it out of commission for awhile. One of the things I did was the maxi-fuse upgrade, and while freshening up the car I found a bad connection on the ground for the coil. I had previously thought I had the coil was dying on me. So, I fixed the connection. I cut the wire under the passenger seat for the fuel pump but reconnected it after my floor work was done.

I imagine this coil is probably good. I'm only getting 5.6 volts to the positive terminal. Fuel pump will kick on when it's hooked up, Thoughts?

Okay. Thanks. Could you tell me if the secondary resistance is acceptable?

I have a thin sheet of rubber wrapped around my coil, between the coil and the coil bracket. Is this a problem? Because I'm not getting spark right this second, and I think the coil is good. I've got an Accel Super Stock 8140c with 1.6 ohms on the primary and 7.05k at the secondary, which I believe is within range (definitely for the primary, pretty sure for the secondary) I can't remember exactly why I put that piece of rubber in there at the moment. I think it was because I had moved the coil bracket mounting location and noticed that the bracket wasn't tight enough to clamp around the coil. I'm getting the impression that the coil should be in direct contact with the mounting bracket, grounding it to the chassis.

I suppose it's possible. It's just a little weird that the OUT would be the top nipple. But, that may be what it is. I'll swap em and see what it does.

I just put my car back together after my budget restoration. I had removed the fuel tank and painted it. When I reinstalled it, I had some difficulty finding anything to reference where the fuel tank nipples connect to, but I connected the bottom nipple to the outgoing fuel filter. The fuel pump is kicking on, and there is a little gas in the bottom of the filter, but it doesn't seem to be building pressure. I replaced the rubber lines under the car and have them tightly hose-clamped into place. If it matters, my car does not have a charcoal canister under the hood. The metal fuel line that connects to the canister is sitting open. The tank has ~7 gallons in it. Maybe the fuel tank doesn't have enough fuel for the pump to prime? Thoughts?

No no, didn't go too far with that. You did take that murderous rage and do something productive with it.

I wish I could've seen his face when you told him that. Did he say anything back? Nice symbolism on the Captain Morgan gift. In my case, I had no interest staying in business. The boss liked my ideas before he started downplaying them. I think he found it a little insulting that I'd rather wait tables and have fun rather than go make money, even if it would've been working for someone else. I was good at what I did. It was odd to see that from a supposed greenhorn in his early 20's when the average age of everyone there was...something higher than that. I think what I enjoyed most was all of the older employees who'd been there for years working for peanuts knowing why I left. But it does feel good to be able to go back and twist that knife a little bit. Part of me wishes I enjoyed the business so I could've tried to do something like what you did. Very very cool. Thanks for sharing it. I read The Fountainhead. Loved it. Ironically I read while on a crappy work-class trip for that company. I have Atlas Shrugged, but I need to read it.

Well, when I said you work the brain like any other muscle...whatever you do to it has an effect whether you intend it or not. Of course no one wants to be depressed, but not doing anything can put that on you. Kinda like how if you don't move you're more apt to be a wiry dude with a gut. You can't help but get input from your environment. It's going to effect you one way or another, just a matter of whether you're conscious of it and what output you wanna get. I'm oversimplifying it a bit I think, but that's what I meant. This was really encouraging to read. My boss did something similar to me before I quit. When I became aware of what was going on with me, I realized that it was impossible for him not to know something was badly wrong. As much time as I spent there (60 hrs a week minimum, and on call 24/7) it got to be a manipulative thing, using those insecurities against me to avoid pay raises and demand more productivity/hrs. When I started to get better, I got balls enough to demand more money. I started tracking how much more was coming in than previous years. I got my raise and the hours cut, then quit out of spite. One of the best things I ever did for myself. I've watched that company circle the drain ever since (it was a large plumbing contractor, but hemmoraging money bc of the economy, and the Service Dept was the only thing keeping the company afloat). It's been a year and a half and they still haven't found a replacement that lasted more than a few weeks. Nothing felt better than my last day on the job, except maybe when I pigeonholed him into not fighting the unemployment claim, or maybe it was after I left when a job that I had volunteered for (plumbing a house for a wounded veteran. He refused to let the company do it, so I had to do it on my own time with one of the techs who was a good friend) decided out of kindness to pay us each a thousand dollars. We finished the job the week after I left, and the non-profit sent us a Thank You letter addressed to the company. He called me furious, and I took great joy in telling him what I thought of him without threat of being fired. Unfortunately a lot of people going through that don't know. Danny knew, eventually. And I figured it out eventually. Take this next statement with a grain of salt, but most people who are crazy have no idea they're crazy. With my friend, I can kinda relate to what you said. People think doctors can treat themselves, and that they're the picture of health. They also think doctors have it made with a somewhat fulfilling job and good pay. I frequently heard people tell Danny what a great life he had - cool job, awesome work schedule, good money, had his own house (bought it at 24 - who the heck buys a house at 24, on their own?). It made everyone less receptive to the idea that he wasn't happy, myself included, and he was well aware of that. I appreciate the responses. I thought I might get a bit of flack for mentioning the whole thing. Thanks.

He was a shy, 27 year old commercial airline pilot with a dark sense of humor. He loved doing Quagmire impressions over the intercom while he was flying. I'm (currently) an amateur standup comic. He was very encouraging when I decided to take a chance and quit my day job. The great thing about him is that I couldn't give anyone the picture of him that I had without it taking the 15 yrs that I knew him. I suppose that's true of anyone, but I've rarely felt that way about people. He was responsible for a lot of good in my life. Suicidal depression is definitely something worth talking about and spending time on. What's sad to me is that I spent three years in a crippling black depression. Danny encouraged me when I wanted to be a writer and a comic. Expressing myself, and reading my own material eventually helped give me an idea that something was wrong. I had no idea that the way I felt was just my brain's interpretation of things around me, that it could be changed. Your brain is a muscle. You can work it like any other muscle. Might need more rest, might need physical exercise like running, might need to find a fulfilling thing to do, might need medication. I know this is a car forum, but maybe someone would benefit from reading this. I was very lucky to have seen my depression for what it was. As bad as I was at the time, no one else saw it. No one close to me ever said to me "something might be wrong with you that can be fixed". I just came across as a negative person, but what went on inside my head all the time was like a white noise of anxiety. It was screwing up my entire life at the time. I'm a talkative open person, and still I will say now that I was very very lucky to have gotten out of it. I don't think most people get out of that. You try to live with it, maybe because you think you'll figure it out, maybe you're afraid you'll ruin a relationship (or several) if you talk about it. My family didn't believe in mental illness, so it made it that much harder to see and deal with. But it's like an animal. It grows and adapts. Good things you do don't look good to you. It gets to where everything you think about is horrific, and you're not aware that's not normal. I found out after Danny died that he talked about it with his ex-girlfriend. He was afraid of not being able to fly if he got help. I mean, what would you think if you knew your co-pilot was suicidally depressed? Danny saw all of what I went through almost firsthand. When I came out of it I was very vocal about it, because I knew how lucky I was. It is a difficult mindset to describe to someone, because if you have any idea what it's like it tends to stick. It's hard to understand it without getting into that mentality yourself. Thank you for the compliment on my car. It should've been done much faster than it was, but some of it was slow-going. I had to learn how to weld, so my welds aren't pretty. There were also parts of the project that were simply not fun to do and for that reason took much longer than they really should have. I was afraid of screwing up the car. Eventually I realized that I had forgotten what it was like to even own the car because it had been so long since I'd driven it. At that point I stopped worrying whether I'd even finish the car. If I finished it I looked at it as a bonus because, like I said, I had gotten used to the car being a bunch of random junk strewn across the garage. I should have enjoyed the project more, but there were several parts of it that were a blast. I usually didn't weld drunk, but I was buzzed enough to have the courage to try it (ex: welding the gas filler to the body). But all body work and painting, between the fumes and the beer, it was pretty interesting. Someone once told me that all good painters are drunks. I'm responding to your post too with that rant above.

Few more shots.

I'll attach a few more that I have at the moment. The car is an hr and a half away right now. I'll get some better pics when its totally finished. I assume you're wondering about the quality of the roller job. If the body work isn't perfect, it'll stick out. There are a few spots on the car that show but only if you're looking for it. For a $70 paint job I'm pretty satisfied. I do have some pics of the door jambs I'll post also. I still have to polish it though. Attached is a pic of my 78 Toyota I painted the same way. I uploaded some of the other pics I took while I was working on the car into my gallery if you want to see them.

I can't figure out how to edit. My apologies. I wanted to say that I used Bad Dog frame rails, Black Dragon dog legs and frame reinformcements (for the frt sway bar, to help stiffen it up after I repaired the hole), Black Dragon weatherstripping kit. And I used a RT rear dif mount. On a side note, my last work on the car was stone cold sober. But, that was because beer probably wouldnt help the feeling that comes with laying underneath a car in the exact spot where someone just ended their life. The mood was sober, I'll put it that way. To everyone who gave me advice during the project, thank you.

I just posted a few pics to be brief. It was primer grey, matte black hood, cowl and access doors. The body was COVERED with glazing compound. It was like a friggin M&M. I spent I know two weeks, sanding with like 80 grit and a mouse sander, chiseling with a hammer and screwdriver. Dear Lord. Paint it Rustoleum Gloss White, I painted it with a roller. Welded in new dog legs, new frame rails, welded the gas neck to the body, patched a hole in the left quarter. had to patch a hole where the left side of the front sway bar mounts to the frame. A rectangular sized piece of metal had been ripped off and was still bolted to the sway bar, leaving a hole in the frame. Painted the tail light housings/bezels, painted the chrome black based on Vintage-TechZ's instructions. New weatherstripping, fixed some wiring, installed all the AC components under the hood except for putting my compressor back on (Idk yet if anything is wrong with it). The hood is off a 73 and was junk when I started the project. Managed to save it and the original hatch (which was rusty...). I had another hatch that was clean but the hinges on one side had rusted at the weld and allowed the hinge to warp. I ended up deciding to save my old one. New struts (kyb), new tie rods, patched 4 spots in the floorboard and had to make new rear seat mounts on both sides, which I did with come C-channel from Lowes. POR-15'd the engine bay, top and bottom of the floorboard. Used internal frame sealer from Eastwood everywhere it would reach, in addition to drilling holes in the frame rails and capping them with plastic rivets. Then I undercoated it heavily with the nice 3M stuff that's like $10 a can. I believe I used four cans. Did the fusible link upgrade, polished my wheels, installed the cowl drain tubes inside both fenders. For the money, I did everything I could do and as well as I could do it. I don't mind the Rustoleum paint job so much. Looks good, and I can always repaint if something happens. I don't intend to get rid of the car, and I'm aware that I can't paint it with anything else unless the Rustoleum comes off. I figure if it looks good it's more apt to last longer than it would looking like a dog turd with window louvers. I spent about 7 mos on the car and about $1500 or so. Someone gave me a pretty nice CD player to put in it. Basically, I got the car as close as I could to the condition I wanted it in, balancing with that cost. I was unemployed during this project (I have an amazing fiance who has preferred, for the time being, that I stay home and do bitchwork, which I enjoy), so my budget was limited. I was also completely hammered or otherwise inebriated throughout pretty much every aspect of this project. My goal was to have fun during the project. Other than a handful of things, I absolutely dreaded working on this car, and for no particular reason. Some of what should have been fun was a complete pain until I had a 6-pack or a 40. Probably not the best example to set, but I did enjoy it, and I learned a lot about the car, about myself (yea, I went there), and I learned some pretty decent skills and unwound some - which, like I said, was my initial goal. I live in an apt and just moved to a new city. My best friend let me keep the car in his garage throughout the entire process. Very cool of him. I bring that up because, when I showed up for the last weekend of work, and to bring the car home, my friend had killed himself (rubber hose...exhaust...his car), right where my car was before I backed it out of the garage a few weeks earlier. Knew him for 14 yrs, very upbeat and positive guy, commercial airline pilot, really had his stuff together but apparently kept much of his depression to himself. It was excruciating to clear out that garage, and then to have to work on the car before I could move it. I had to have a friend hang out with me, because I couldn't stand to be in that room alone. But because I spent so much time there with Danny chewing the fat, tossing back beers and watching tv with him while I worked, this car has particular meaning. He was very encouraging in the project and was a hell of a friend. Wanted to show you guys my car, after I bugged some of you on how to do these things. I have to put the interior back in it, but other than that it's pretty much done. Sorry for the sad story, but...thanks, and enjoy.