Re: Top Causes of Corvette Fires
I want to share this experience because it goes along with what Brad described above. Back in the '80's, when I used to drive my 1960 more frequently, even to work, I had been checking the spark plugs the night before taking the car to work the next day. The next day I started off to work and got about 2 miles from my house when white smoke started coming from under the dash. It smelled like electrical wiring and I quickly pulled over. I looked under the dash and could hardly see through the smoke. Finally, I got a glimpse of the red wire glowing red. To protect my hands, I used a hat I had in the car and grabbed the wire to pull it off. Little did I recall that the red wire is attached to the ammeter with a nut. Well, the result was the wire burning through my hat and into my hands. I was in state of panic to keep the car from catching fire that I didn't even know my hands were burned. I unlatched the convertible top and put it down to clear the smoke. Then, I popped the hood and saw the glowing red that runs from the ammeter to the regulator. The adrenaline was now flowing and I managed to get the battery cable off somehow. The wire cooled down with almost all its insulation melted. It's a miracle that the glowing red hot wire, which goes through the firewall grommet, didn't cause a fire. Now, with my hands starting to really hurt, I wasn't sure if I should leave my car on the side of road. So, I decided to push the car by myself about 200 feet into a nearby cemetery so the car would be somewhat safe. It's amazing what you can do when you need to. I was fortunate that a good Samaritan watched all this happening and gave me a ride to the nearest police station. Needless to say, I got my first ambulance ride during rush-hour traffic to the hospital. I had to call the local police station to let them know my vintage car was resting in the cemetery for a few days. What was the cause of all this? In my rush the night before to get the car ready to drive to work the next day, I caught the RED wire behind the spark plug shield when putting the shield back on. The wire got shorted against the exhaust manifold. When my hands healed (about 2 months) and I was able to fix the wiring, I checked each and every wire on the car and made sure that the RED wire was in those u-shaped holders up near the fender. Oh yeah, I supervised a few of my buddies with my hands wrapped like boxing gloves, to get my car back home from the cemetery. Thank the Lord that my car didn't catch on fire, my hands healed, and the car wasn't stolen from the cemetery. Sorry for writing a book.
I want to share this experience because it goes along with what Brad described above. Back in the '80's, when I used to drive my 1960 more frequently, even to work, I had been checking the spark plugs the night before taking the car to work the next day. The next day I started off to work and got about 2 miles from my house when white smoke started coming from under the dash. It smelled like electrical wiring and I quickly pulled over. I looked under the dash and could hardly see through the smoke. Finally, I got a glimpse of the red wire glowing red. To protect my hands, I used a hat I had in the car and grabbed the wire to pull it off. Little did I recall that the red wire is attached to the ammeter with a nut. Well, the result was the wire burning through my hat and into my hands. I was in state of panic to keep the car from catching fire that I didn't even know my hands were burned. I unlatched the convertible top and put it down to clear the smoke. Then, I popped the hood and saw the glowing red that runs from the ammeter to the regulator. The adrenaline was now flowing and I managed to get the battery cable off somehow. The wire cooled down with almost all its insulation melted. It's a miracle that the glowing red hot wire, which goes through the firewall grommet, didn't cause a fire. Now, with my hands starting to really hurt, I wasn't sure if I should leave my car on the side of road. So, I decided to push the car by myself about 200 feet into a nearby cemetery so the car would be somewhat safe. It's amazing what you can do when you need to. I was fortunate that a good Samaritan watched all this happening and gave me a ride to the nearest police station. Needless to say, I got my first ambulance ride during rush-hour traffic to the hospital. I had to call the local police station to let them know my vintage car was resting in the cemetery for a few days. What was the cause of all this? In my rush the night before to get the car ready to drive to work the next day, I caught the RED wire behind the spark plug shield when putting the shield back on. The wire got shorted against the exhaust manifold. When my hands healed (about 2 months) and I was able to fix the wiring, I checked each and every wire on the car and made sure that the RED wire was in those u-shaped holders up near the fender. Oh yeah, I supervised a few of my buddies with my hands wrapped like boxing gloves, to get my car back home from the cemetery. Thank the Lord that my car didn't catch on fire, my hands healed, and the car wasn't stolen from the cemetery. Sorry for writing a book.
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