Here's part 2 of Mike's journey from the junkyard to the showfield at Forbidden Fantasie's Show N' Shine with his C-10. The good news is he finally updates us on what happend. The bad news is he's still not done with the story. Patience Grasshoppas. As i was saying, i drove the C-10 out of the shop in pitch black darkness (the light outside the shop doesn't always work) and immediately noticed that the power steering wasn't working. No big deal. It probably needed to be bled, i thought. The second thing i noticed was that the truck was a lot quieter outside the shop, which was good because although the registration and insurance were current, the taillights weren't working properly. I had running lights and no turn signals, which meant i also had no brake lights. I motored out into the road down the middle of the industrial complex anyway because i was salivating at the thought of mashing the go pedal. My friend Brad and I had been up for days working on this thing and I wasn't going to let a little thing like having no brake lights stop me from those precious first moments behind the wheel. I cruised down the street in first gear to the local mini mart to top off the fuel cell, smiling as the exhaust pulses from the LS2 popped through the Magnaflow mufflers, the way a Viper V-10 does as it decelerates with the trans in gear. I pulled into the gas station and jumped out to adjust the idle circuits on the Demon carb because the motor was idling about 600 rpm too low and was so rich that i wanted to pass out. It took about 4 minutes fill up the Brother's fuel cell because it only holds 12-gallons of gas when full. I made a mental note that when i drive to Kentucky in August that i'm going to have to stop for gas every 150 miles or so. Once i was done filling up at the gas station and making new friends with onlookers that couldn't figure out what i was driving (of course i laid the rockers on the ground at the gas station and since there was no hood or bed floor on the truck it looked weird to normal folks), i hit the road once again. I had a little more confidence behind the wheel because there was fuel in the tank, the suspension was holding air, and the truck was driving remarkably straight. I stopped at a red light, looked around to see no one in particular, and mashed the gas at the green light. The engine roared, the rear tires barked and the truck lept into the intersection. At about 5,000 rpm I noticed that the trans still hadn't shifted out of first gear so i moved the shifter one click forward. At 6,000 rpm i hit second gear but the tach only dipped slightly and once again the tach ran right up to 6K. I shifted again but this time the trans didn't respond so I aborted my speed run and headed back to the shop. I knew what was wrong. My bitchin' super wazoo computer controlled trans was in "limp mode" and had run home to mommy when the programming wasn't working as it was supposed to. Basically, the computer gave me manual control of first and second gear and that was it. At 5am in the morning on the day of the of the show i was supposed to be driving my truck 90 miles to, this was not a good sign.
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