It's really not as bad as it looks. In fact, this is the good part. The bad part looks terrible.
“The Chevelle caught on fire,” my brother said.
That was what he told me over the phone right after I congratulated him on getting the brakes fixed up. Some mysterious wiring snafu took place the day he got the brakes all squared away, and the main power wire under the hood literally went up in smoke. My brother is awesome, and kept further and much more serious damage from occurring, but now the existing damage must be fixed. I don’t know what happened, but suspect it was just one of those things that happens to thirty year old wires. Something corroded or finally wore through, and a “situation” developed. I’m working on it. I only took four pictures today, and all of them were of wiring. This isn’t even the burned part, it’s just a soldered connection I needed to memorialize so that I can put it all back together when I replace the wires. Maybe you’ll get to see burnt wiring tomorrow. I’m sure you’re breathless with anticipation.
Noooooooo!
I had a 66 Mustang for a while. It always had weird ghosty electrical problems that no one could ever figure out. And this one time, it caught fire. That basically sucked.
My mom had a very early Mustang, a ’64 1/2 that she got brand new. Dad’s was also new, a ’65. Mom’s was the V8, dad’s the sixer. They sold them both after they had two or three of us kids and bought a station wagon. The dealer’s wife got dad’s car, and was T-boned while pulling out of a parking lot two weeks later. The dealer’s son got mom’s car, and he put it into a telephone pole that same year. *sigh*
Electrical problems are no fun, but I’m glad this one marked its area of difficulty by successfully burning the wires to a brittle, sticky mess. At least I know where to look. Grounding issues due to rust, like on my old Nova – those suck. They’re difficult to find, and a pain to fix. I’ll take what I have here and run with it. Hopefully once I replace all the wire it won’t want to burn up anymore.