So I decided to go for a ride today.

It's been a busy summer, and I've been ignoring my 1800 lately: After getting it safely set up in a garage of its own, I've done little more than look at it in the past three months. Never before has the 1800 had such a long period of dormancy, and I was afraid if I didn't give her a little exercise, she might get sluggish on me.

Apparently, I was right. After a rough start, things started to smooth out, and eventually she was purring as usual while I tooled about town. To give the ride even more purpose, I stopped by a plumbing supply place in town and finally bought the hot water shutoff valve I've been promising myself I'd install to keep the heater from burning me out of the cab this summer. I picked up a few other toys for the garage, too, and eventually made my way home.

It was upon my return that the trouble struck: Apparently, one of the spring latches that holds the distributor cap in place decided to give up the ghost just as I turned into the garage. Suddenly, the car was dead.

When I opened the hood, I somehow missed the vision of the cockeyed distributor — but my eyes rested upon the ignition coil, complete with its missing high-tension line. As the distributor had been batted away by the rotor, it had managed to rip the ignition wire straight out of the coil.

So tomorrow's task: New coil (the ceramic lip surrounding the plug was also broken in the fray), new cap and new rotor. And now I also finally have an excuse to install the Crane Fireball electronic ignition module I purchased several months ago.

In the mean time, the stop valve is also in place. Now if I could just get the car started again to test it…