I threw open the single garage door and there the car sat: a 1987 Mustang GT Convertible. White with a white top, gray bottom and a white leather interior with red accents. The headlights were clouded and filled with water and the hood was had more stone chips than I could count. The trunk had giant rust holes and the wheels were coated in brake dust which gave the once shiny aluminum wheels a dull, worn out look. None of that mattered though, I saw the potential it had and when I popped the hood, caught a glimpse of the challenge ahead. My dad is very knowledgable about cars, so we towed it to our garage and examined it thoroughly. He showed me all sorts of simple tests to eliminate possibilities for why it wouldn’t run; like, for example