[V8] Things that go suck in the night...

[Unka Bart]

Dang!  I was all tingly with anticipation of how much better the 
Gentleman's express was going to run on the way over to the shop to get 
the bloody O2 sensor removed.  Thoughts of gas milage numbers greater 
than 12.0 danced and pirouetted amongst the remaining two or three 
neural synapses in my brain, for I had just succeeded in finding and 
removing the black wire from the 02 sensor where it connects to 
whatever it connects down under the left dizzy...

When I went to start it, it would not start.  Not for me the joy of 
improved starting, oh noo!  Immediate "rhums" or any other starting 
noises for that matter, were not to tickle *my* eager ears, no sir!

Plenty of eager starter-spinning noises, sure!  All of those noises 
that a dedicated V8 lover could ask for in embarrassing abundance!But 
in the department of actual indications that ignition of fuel/air 
mixture might be occurring somewhere in bowels of the V8 from which my 
beloved Gentleman's express gets it model name, there were none.  Nada. 
  Nichevo.  Zip.

[insert language unfit for print or ether or even semaphore in this 
location]

Re-attaching the black wire and repeating the attempt to start was 
successful.  Attempts to understand this were, however. not.