Gee, this is like "deja vu all over again". I swear that "things" have individual "personalities". Too many times in my life, I have had this scenario play out, one way or the other: I had a '57 Chevy that gave me nothing but trouble, and I finally unloaded it for cheap to a young Marine who wanted that car and swore he would make it work, come he** or high water. He rotated to Pendleton, and a couple of years later, he was back in "The Stumps", Chevy and all. When I finally got to talk to him, he said he loved that car, it had never let him down or given him a minutes trouble. Go figure.