To paraphrase Robert Duvall in Apocalypes Now " I love the smell of diesel in the morning" Late yesterday I got the electrical hooked up in the 93 CTD D250 my daughter totaled last summer. After having to charge up the battery I fired up the engine in about 30 seconds. Besides a fan blade rubbing on the plastic housing that sounded extremely similiar to a rod knocking, which made my heart stop for a bit, it ran just fine. The windshield still has 8/15 written on it by the state patrol the day they towed it away. Then I put the automatic in gear and had another heart murmer when nothing happened. I shifted it all through the gears and no thunks, jumps or motion. Shoot. I crawl under it and check out the linkage, up and down a few times, hooking, adjusting and unhooking. I try it a few more time and am beginning to think trying to save the old girl was a mistake. So what the heck, I get in, start it, release the brake, put it in drive and give it some throttle. It climbs out of the drive way smooth as can be. While it has been laid up I have been driving an 1986 Mercury Sable, which we affectionately call the "Jerkmobile" for the way the transmission shifts not the driver. So I was used to a serious thunk when engaged. I had forgotten how smooth my truck was. So I drove it about a quarter mile up and down the road we live on. I am encouraged, it doesn't pull one way or another at up to 40 mph when I let go of the wheel and it hasn't seen the inside of the alignment shop yet. I can't go very far as until I get the other fender on and headlights hooked up it isn't street legal even in the town I live in where people seriously discuss under what circumstances they can legally drive their bulldozers on the county roads. I'll keep you updated. I want to thank everybody for the advice I have gotten from this group. Todd