(Sorry for taking so long)
It all started last fall when I bought this rust bucket, '88 BrII that had been sitting for 8 yrs.
It did not run of course, so I pulled the fuel tank, cleaned out the inch of rust and sludge, replaced the sending unit, replaced the fuel filter, replaced the broken starter and cleaned the spark plugs.
After I did all this it sorta ran... Meaning it started and drove but would idle right down to the ground. That night it got cold and the next morning it wouldn't start.
I gave up on it for a little while until one day I was fiddling around with it and discovered the distributor was loose so I tried timing it, but that didn't fix so I got busy doing other things and didn't get back to it till May when I had a friend out.
I decided the injectors needed cleaned so we took off the intake, cleaned the injectors, cleaned out the pre-valve intake manifold for good measure and put it all back together.
We got it to fire right after this, so we timed it again, then it firing even better so we cleaned the spark plugs and heated them up, and... It started!
After that we just had to take it for a spin
We aired up the bald tires, and went for a drive (we have a big ranch) we went up the hill on our driveway and it didn't have much power but it would still drive up the hill
At the top of the hill we switched so my friend was driving, then we went back down and across our river, (we were going to go along the other side of the river for a little while till we got to another crossing then go back home) as we were driving along we were commenting on the smooth ride(That day is the only day I have driven/ rode in a BrII) and thoroughly enjoying ourselves.
However, when we got to the other crossing it was to muddy to cross with our bald tires, so he backed out of the river bed and went to turn around. When he started to pull back onto the road, he killed it. After he had started it again he felt heat on his arm, he looked out and yelled "John, we're on fire" I jumped out, he pulled off the fire and I started stomping. We quickly realized that stomping (the grass fire) would not work, so we ran down to the river and dunked our shirts in the river and started wacking the fire with them.
While my friend was beating the fire, I started pulling my stuff out of the BrII, all my tools and manuals and extra stuff. (The fire, evidently had caught on a gas leak
and there was no stopping it.)
We had tried calling for help but we did not have any service there, so after we had caught up to it a little, my friend ran to where he had service, (I kept hitting the fire) but because he had not had service, our home # was not saved in his phone so he tried calling his brother and his sister but they didn't have service either so he called his mom, who called my sister, who got my older brother and came looking for us. The problem was that the wind was blowing so hard that the smoke was not showing over trees. They found us though, about the time we had the grass fire out so they went back to grab the fire truck while we watched the BrII burn