anybody else here punish themselves for living by working on cars? just when i think my life might be worth living, i find myself under the hood of my car again....usually accompanied by bleeding, crying, sometimes passing out. sometimes i think, this is punishment for something i've done to someone back in school, or at a former job. maybe it's some japanese guys way of sticking it to the USA by making cars that have to have the engine pulled to change spark plugs. any motorheads in here have a good story to share? my friend josh and me were working on a 90 240sx. needed an engine change, tranny had to be swapped for a manual from auto, fuel line repairs...etc. no biggie. everything went fine...by fine i mean no more busted knuckles than normal. the day we finished it up, i was itching to take it out to see what it had. i hopped in it, turned the key...nothing. wtf? we went over everything. had gas, getting air, spark. next we towed it, to pop start it, nothing. over the course of the next week i racked my melon. i stopped up on day at the garage and looked at the car, smoking a cig, and had an epiphany. i wonder if i hooked up the fuel lines backwards....hey look it runs. how about that.