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               6:32 PM, Sunday,
               January 21st, 2018:  Even after a full
               day of cleaning,  I don't have a whole lot to add
               to that 7am assessment. I have a feeling that no
               matter what, until I plug the new wires in and
               hold my breath turning the key I'll have very little
               to add. It seems as though it's just the wires and a
               couple tubes and vacuum lines. I mean, clearly
               the fuel line between the two rails which is the cause
               of the fire (more on that when I have more
               information), but the big money will be a new wiring
               harness ($700) and the back-piece from Delorean ($1800
               with a right tail-light and circuit board). The rest
               of the little things like fuel injectors, coil packs,
               sensors and odds and ends, etc. should run under
               $1000. It seems feasible we pull this off for just
               under $4k. But more than the money, the idea that it's
               even feasible that this car will be driving in a
               couple weeks? Whew. So as I was
               going through the process of cleaning (which, holy
               shit is intense with smoke damage and 2 types of
               extinguisher dust EVERYWHERE) the sense of direction
               got me excited again. You start seeing how this
               emotional GUT PUNCH at the end of the doc may be
               the very thing that sells it (and a sequel)... and
               it's hard not to get a bit slap-happy. I mean, my
               hope is rooted in reality, there's still some
               longshots and about 2% of me believes I just plug it
               all back in and it starts, but there is a series of
               events where we look back on yesterday as the turning
               point for me. I mean, I've taken the entire car
               apart, found other issues (god, damnit, Kenny) and
               it's now MY BUILD. No more blaming, it's ALL my
               responsiblity and that control gives me hope. Half the
               anxiety of this past year has been having zero control
               over this car. Every single fucking time you turn the
               key you think this might be it. Every time. That shit
               has to stop. Today is the day it starts. An entire
               fucking year later with a car that blew the fuck up.
               UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. Anyway, moving
               ahead. The future has a little light in it.
               I have direction. That's all
               I need. Adam |