This Camaro has done nothing but kick my ass. I put the new detent plate in, spent two weeks adjusting everything (the cable, brackets) on and off just to get it back where it fucking started (gets all gears but extremely sloppy), and in the mean time, various bits of trim seem to work themselves loose just to fuck with me.
I've never ever gotten it to run right either. I think I may be on the right track with that though. Looking into it, I think the mechanical fuel pump is my issue. It's gotta be 30 years old, probably is my noise (I've heard a couple on YouTube) and might be why it's always run beautifully (if a tad rich) at idle but absolutely dreadful when you put your foot in it- It's too worn and can't keep up.
Look, I know a sentient automobile is impossible, but if there was evidence of one, it'd be the seemingly endless amount of hatred this car has for me. I don't think we've ever actually improved anything on it in spite of our efforts.
But, I'm a jackass and will keep fighting it, boiling my own blood and running the risk of heart attack due to stress.
Why? Because it's drop dead gorgeous and I still love it.
It's like the opposite of Christine. I'm obsessed with it, but instead of it being psychotically in love with me and going on a killing spree, it hates me and wants to stay in the garage lmao.
It'll all get sorted, it's a 53 year old car that's been modified a thousand times. It just hurts that every thing I do seems to end up failing. It's worth noting that while it has a TH400 auto in it now, it was originally a 4 speed stick. I wish it still was. But since it was swapped, God only knows what was and wasn't done correctly.
I think part of what gets me is you'll watch Vice Grip Garage, or Junkyard Digs, or any of those guys (and I love them- I'm not trashing them) pull a car that's been sitting for decades, get it running, and road trip it. I can't even get this thing out of our garage.