Drove to Houston, Corpus Christi, and back to Memphis in 4 days this week. I don't have anything to add to the cam sensor, although learning from Dean about the combo alternator/vaccum pump is a nugget for the future maybe.
I spent the last 2 weekends at my brother's house repairing rot and squirrel damage. His neighborhood is at least 40 years old and has massive oak trees and a gajillion metric ton of squirrels. They use the gutters as super highways to get to their spots to chew through the facia. Or METAL drip edge if you repair the spot and put drip edge of flashing over their freaking holes.
So he picked up a break open/one pump .22 air rifle that is deadly out to at LEAST 100 yards. Surprisingly it's not much quieter than a real .22 but it is enough that it doesn't cause the neighborhood cat mongerer to call the cops. My brother works for a GC and they do a lot of water damage repairs/mold remediation. He has a FLIR camera...so we have done some night work in the trees of his back yard. Those furry little bastards light up bright red/orange.
I do feel your pain about how one change means another means another. Everytime I walk in my garage I am like, damn I am such a schmuck. I should driving this beeotch. But then, I am like, I need to rewire the engine harness...and I need to replace the fuel line from the factory hard lines to the TBI...and I need to swap the 351 in and I need a new transmission because the 351 is going to destroy the T5Z. Then I say eff it and leave the garage on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I don't know how I could ever take a car down to the shell and put it back together without therapy.