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Oh bugger! Thats a shame mate. I did test it before handing it over to Stu and left a nice heavy metal cd in it for you to test the speakers with!:DRob S wrote:Well my concerns about 80's wiring were well founded!
A gaggle of wires of random colours, some mixed together before being scotch locked, some seemingly conflicting with others- NIGHTMARE!
Obviously, at some point the original head units been out, and then stuck back in, but not before some "a" hole has cut off the loom ISO plug.
I followed what seemed to be the logical "Brown is earth, yellow is ignition, red is permanent" and promptly frazzled Russ's head unit (sorry mate, fuse intact but unit refuses to light up) .
here you go mate this is how my head unit is wired up
egnore the brown wire coming off the yellow thats for my dials
this is the speaker set up
hope this helps mate.
i have Mr haynes wiring diagrams available but there are 6 different tipes just need to know whay stereo you have
in the car all ready then sort out right one.
egnore the brown wire coming off the yellow thats for my dials
this is the speaker set up
hope this helps mate.
i have Mr haynes wiring diagrams available but there are 6 different tipes just need to know whay stereo you have
in the car all ready then sort out right one.
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Well what a mission yesterday was! (A word of warning, I'm writing this for my benefit next time I get a daft idea in my head that's car related)
I was fortunate enough to find some very leather Raven leather seats for my hatch Sierra (As opposed to Saph's, the hatch's were special order only and hence way too much money for a lowly repmobile), and then even more fortunate when my Mrs paid for them.
The down side was, they guy selling them was in Dorset, and that meant lots of motorways between me and the seats and lets face it, in an 80's car what could possibly go wrong? !
All day before the planned run was going swimmingly, I even thought I was being clever, taking the old interior out bar the drivers seat and the minimum of tools. I hit the road about ten minutes after the torrential rain, and within 5 minutes went through what looked like Lake Ontario, followed by a 3 cylinder Sierra.
"It'll be fine" I thought, "it'll clear", and filled with fuel, and then went onto the motorway, only to hit another bank of water left by a lorry:chop:
I then headed the long long way down, on three cylinders, wondering where on earth my breakdown cover card was, in the pissing rain, to an area I did nt know..........."Why do I do this shit to myself!"
Then just as I've got used to the car feeling all lumpy, the heavens open again, and the M25 turns into a car park.
2 1/2 hrs and I've done twenty miles, and I've got to do well over a hundred more to meet the guy where he had kindly offered to come to.
Poo!
Now, as much as I like the great outdoors, that does nt include these circumstances, and to add to the pressure, I now needed a piss.
It's slinging it down with rain, the car is running like a cement mixer, I'm miles from home but stuck and with shit loads of miles to go, in a car with no tools except me and a screwdriver and socket, and my bladder is now so full my stomach hurts. I'd had better days.
After an hour of 5 mph, kangarooing, rain and a condensation filled car, I decide I call Dave, he'll put my mind at rest.
"Hi mate, you ok?" I ask making small talk, "Can I ask a stupid question?" and then proceed to explain my tales of woe, hoping he'll tell me it'll be fine. "What you need to do, is not drive it to long, as the condensation in the dizzy will get worse and it needs to be dried out with a cloth. Have you got a cloth?" Fuck, I did have but being clever, I cleaned the car out prior to the trip. "I do" I reply, "But I'm wearing it" looking down at my T shirt, double fuck!!
So now, I'm faced with the inevitable, pull over get drenched, burn my hands on the engine, take my t shirt off to dry the dizzy (when it's raining this hard that'll work really well) and then whilst not pissing my pants, put it all back and drive serenely down to the meet.
This was becoming like a scene from the Inbetweeners, except rather than being a soppy 17 year old, I'm nearly bloody 40!
Fit to burst, I began assessing my scenery for a hiding place.
Nothing but coaches with kids and grannies, and people on mobile phones. Joy, I'm gonna get reported by a million people for getting my knob out in public.
Then somehow, from out of nowhere, an overpass emerged in the distance, so I kangarooed for all she was worth, like a wounded gazelle into the hard shoulder.
I got into the dry, popped the bonnet to make it look good, and jumped over the barrier and behind a fence.
What followed was better than a pee should ever be, but it was like winning the lottery.
I'm sure people thought I had dumped the car, but I could nt help beaming returning to my sorry little car. I gave the ignition leads a waggle, groped around with the dizzy cap, and thought I'd give it a go, how bad can it be?
I'm was laughing out loud when it fired on all 4 and ran smoothly!!
I reckon I must have looked a right twat, jumping up and down in the seat laughing and grinning, thats the joy of sitting in traffic like this, YOU are the best entertainment.
After a while things cleared somewhat, and I managed to make the rest of the journey event free.
I met a lovely bloke, bought some lovely seats, and fitted them in ten minutes with my screwdriver and socket (the way things went I'm amazed I remembered them).
So assuming I don't get a summons for outraging public decency with about 100 witnesses, all's well that ends well!
I was fortunate enough to find some very leather Raven leather seats for my hatch Sierra (As opposed to Saph's, the hatch's were special order only and hence way too much money for a lowly repmobile), and then even more fortunate when my Mrs paid for them.
The down side was, they guy selling them was in Dorset, and that meant lots of motorways between me and the seats and lets face it, in an 80's car what could possibly go wrong? !
All day before the planned run was going swimmingly, I even thought I was being clever, taking the old interior out bar the drivers seat and the minimum of tools. I hit the road about ten minutes after the torrential rain, and within 5 minutes went through what looked like Lake Ontario, followed by a 3 cylinder Sierra.
"It'll be fine" I thought, "it'll clear", and filled with fuel, and then went onto the motorway, only to hit another bank of water left by a lorry:chop:
I then headed the long long way down, on three cylinders, wondering where on earth my breakdown cover card was, in the pissing rain, to an area I did nt know..........."Why do I do this shit to myself!"
Then just as I've got used to the car feeling all lumpy, the heavens open again, and the M25 turns into a car park.
2 1/2 hrs and I've done twenty miles, and I've got to do well over a hundred more to meet the guy where he had kindly offered to come to.
Poo!
Now, as much as I like the great outdoors, that does nt include these circumstances, and to add to the pressure, I now needed a piss.
It's slinging it down with rain, the car is running like a cement mixer, I'm miles from home but stuck and with shit loads of miles to go, in a car with no tools except me and a screwdriver and socket, and my bladder is now so full my stomach hurts. I'd had better days.
After an hour of 5 mph, kangarooing, rain and a condensation filled car, I decide I call Dave, he'll put my mind at rest.
"Hi mate, you ok?" I ask making small talk, "Can I ask a stupid question?" and then proceed to explain my tales of woe, hoping he'll tell me it'll be fine. "What you need to do, is not drive it to long, as the condensation in the dizzy will get worse and it needs to be dried out with a cloth. Have you got a cloth?" Fuck, I did have but being clever, I cleaned the car out prior to the trip. "I do" I reply, "But I'm wearing it" looking down at my T shirt, double fuck!!
So now, I'm faced with the inevitable, pull over get drenched, burn my hands on the engine, take my t shirt off to dry the dizzy (when it's raining this hard that'll work really well) and then whilst not pissing my pants, put it all back and drive serenely down to the meet.
This was becoming like a scene from the Inbetweeners, except rather than being a soppy 17 year old, I'm nearly bloody 40!
Fit to burst, I began assessing my scenery for a hiding place.
Nothing but coaches with kids and grannies, and people on mobile phones. Joy, I'm gonna get reported by a million people for getting my knob out in public.
Then somehow, from out of nowhere, an overpass emerged in the distance, so I kangarooed for all she was worth, like a wounded gazelle into the hard shoulder.
I got into the dry, popped the bonnet to make it look good, and jumped over the barrier and behind a fence.
What followed was better than a pee should ever be, but it was like winning the lottery.
I'm sure people thought I had dumped the car, but I could nt help beaming returning to my sorry little car. I gave the ignition leads a waggle, groped around with the dizzy cap, and thought I'd give it a go, how bad can it be?
I'm was laughing out loud when it fired on all 4 and ran smoothly!!
I reckon I must have looked a right twat, jumping up and down in the seat laughing and grinning, thats the joy of sitting in traffic like this, YOU are the best entertainment.
After a while things cleared somewhat, and I managed to make the rest of the journey event free.
I met a lovely bloke, bought some lovely seats, and fitted them in ten minutes with my screwdriver and socket (the way things went I'm amazed I remembered them).
So assuming I don't get a summons for outraging public decency with about 100 witnesses, all's well that ends well!
The joys of road trips in old sierras:thumbs:. But hey, the old girl got you there and back and you're not moaning about back ache so can't be all bad.
Now get some photos of the new seats up.bloody hell mate that is funny as feck :thumbs:you have to love old sierra's, mine just past its MOT with only a couple of issues 1 being the CO2 reading at 4.37 when should been at 0.97:headhack:
you say you fitted the interiour was that when you got there and bumped your old seat there:D
pics pics pics
how you got on with the stereo?
you say you fitted the interiour was that when you got there and bumped your old seat there:D
pics pics pics
how you got on with the stereo?
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