After yanking the doggone thing apart in early November- searching for a miss resulted in one Rocket motor disassembled and slowly rebuilt [thanks again to Kenneth Abbott over in Crane, Texas who did the heads to a fare-thee-well]- the vehicle, fondly appended the 'Olds-Immobile' by a wag up north, is back haunting the road down here after 13 years of sitting like a damn bump on a log. The best means of learning is when things go wrong- when one has to do something twice, thrice, again and again and again it tends to remain in memory, eg. a lesson learned. Over the 32 years we've been together- I was a pup of 23 when she and I crossed paths back in South Dakota- I thought I knew her, but nope, I had another think coming. I knew her as a sweet mother but she has a dark dominatrix side and seemed to take great pleasure in making me feel like a broken toy, night after night, coming back for more punishment every day. Real Krafft-Ebbing territory. You will note she is not exactly a Kustom- Hell, one by one she flung off Moon discs in favor of her stock hubbies and despite some fancy headwork she would likely try to kill me if I snuck up with the Edmunds manifold I bought here on the forum back in ought-one; it's still hanging on the garage wall, so I guess that goes into the lesson category if not Ebay down the line- but that's all right. At the moment she is having a huge laugh scream at my, what is it, 8th attempt to get the vacuum wiper motor working properly. How can I fix a Hydramatic if I can't fix that? But after entertaining thoughts of using the horrible thing for target practice, I'll make another attempt. What am I gonna do, buy a new one? Let someone else take a crack at it? Nawp. Nothing to do but make the thing work.