That reminds me of one night several weeks ago when my wife and I were out in our inherited '89 Tempo. We stop at a store, go in, do some shopping and come back out. I go to start the Tempo. It does nothing but crank and crank, acting like it's not getting gas. Forgetting that it's fuel-injected, I pop the hood, intending to take a look at the carb. When I open the hood, it dawns on me that I know virtually NOTHING about fuel injection. Looking at the engine, I idly twist the No. 1 spark plug wire. Dejected, I decide to try it one more time. It fires right up. Damn these modern 19-year-old cars.