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You need to remove the air filters including air filter bases from the engine to get access to spark plugs.
I had an '83 Silverado years ago. In my early 20s. Truck was pretty old by this time. I started my truck to go to work, and the accelerator pedal went to the floor and stayed there. Holy balls. The throttle return spring had snapped. I lived in the semi-sticks, way out when it comes to walking. No phone, and nowhere to go. Used the low-torque setting on my drill to wrap a fairly heavy-gauge guitar string, pulling it tight, around the drill bit to make a spring. Got me to advanced auto, or auto zone. Don't remember.
Here's the crazy sh*t. A few months before that, an older gentleman taught me how to make a spring with a drill and a guitar string. I have no idea why. Just a random bit of info he gave me. Got to know him over a few months up that moment, but that was the last time I ever saw him, telling me how to make that spring. I never really questioned it, but life is mysterious sometimes. Or maybe just a proper timing of knowledge passed on. And he's probably long passed on since. He'll never know it, but he saved my ass. I would never have thought to make any kind of spring. I would've had to walk 15 or so miles to get anywhere. I'll hopefully always remember that. Much love to that guy.
Good times.
I'll have to look up the Elroy. Don't know anything about that at all. Sounds like a Johnny Cash ride, my man. Tell me all about it.