Fuse Diagrams and Specs for 1994 Ford Probe GT V6

December 11, 2007

Just to help out some of the folks on wiki.answers.com, I decided to scan some of the pages from my manual for assistance.

I hope these help!

Main Fuse Box in Engine Compartment

Fuse/Relay Location

Fuse Amp




Fog Lamps






Air Bag System, Emission and Fuel Controls



Rear Window Defroster



Daytime Running Lamps, Fog Lamps, Headlamps



Air Bag System, Air Conditioning, Antilock Brake System,
Anti-Theft System, Audio
System, Backup Lamps,
Brakelamps, Cigar Lighter,
Cooling Fan, Daytime Running
Lamps, Emission and Fuel
Controls, Fog Lamps, Front
and Rear Side Marker Lamps,
Front Wipers and Washers,
Glove Compartment, Hazard
Warning Lamp, Headlamp
Retractors, Headlamps, Heater,
High-Mount Brakelamp, Horn,
Indicator Lamps (Air Conditioning, Cigar Lighter Switch,
Fog Lamp, O/D OFF,
Rear Washer, Rear Window
Defroster, Rear Wipers)
Instrument Cluster, Keyless
Entry System, Key Reminder,
License Plate Lamps, Moon
Roof, Power Antenna, Power
Door Locks, Power Door Lock
Switch Illumination, Power
Seats and Lumbar Support,
Power Windows, Power
Window Switch Illumination,
Rear Window Defroster, Rear
Window Switch Illumination,
Shift-Lock System, Speed
Control System, Starting
System, Tail Lamps, Turn



Air Conditioning



Air Conditioning



Air Conditioning and Heater



Cooling Fan



Antilock Brake System



Air Conditioning Indicator,
Audio System, Brakelamps,
Cigar Lighter, Cigar Lighter
Switch Illumination Lamp,
Dome and Map Lamps, Door
Key Lamp, Engine Compartment Lamp, Fog Lamp
Indicator, Foot Lamps,
Front and Rear Side Marker
Lamps, Glove Compartment
Lamp, Hazard Warning Lamps,
Headlamp Retractors, High-
Mount Brakelamp, Horn,
Ignition Key Lamp, Illuminated
Entry System, Keyless Entry
System, Key Reminder,
License Plate Lamps, Luggage
Compartment Lamp, Lumbar
Support, O/D OFF Indicator,
Power Door Locks, Power
Seats, Rear Washer indicator,
Rear Window Defroster
Indicator, Rear Wiper indicator,
Shift-Lock System, Tail Lamps,
Turn Signals, Visor Mirror


40A ••

— Air Bag System, Air Conditioning, Air Conditioning and
Heater, Antilock Brake System,
Anti-Theft Warning System,
Audio System, Backup Lamps,
Cooling Fan, Daytime Running
Lamps, Emission and Fuel
Control System, Front Wiper
and Washer, Instrument
Cluster, Keyless Entry System,
Moon Roof, Power Antenna,
Power Door Lock Switch
Illumination, Power Mirrors,
Power Windows, Power
Window Switch Illumination,
Rear Window Defroster, Rear
Window Defroster Indicator,
Rear Wiper and Washer, Shift-
Lock System, Speed Control
System, Starting System,
Turn Signals





Lumbar Support and Power Seats



Headlamp Retractors


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Front and Rear Side Marker
Lamps, Glove Compartment
Lamp, Illumination Lamps
(Air Conditioning, Cigar
Lighter Switch, Fog Lamp,
O/D OFF, Rear Washer,
Rear Window Defroster,
Rear Wiper) License Plate
Lamps, Tail Lamps



Daytime Running Lamps




Component. ‘.,




Cooling System* 2.OL

7.4 qts.
7.9 qts.

6.2 qts.
6.6 qts.

7.0 liters
7.5 liters

Engine Oil
With filter change 2.OL
Without filter change 2.OL
With filter change 2.5L
Without filter change 2.5L

3.7 qts.
3.5 qts.
4.2 qts.
3.9 qts.

3.1 qts.
2.9 qts.
3.5 qts.
3.3 qts.

3.5 liters
3.3 liters
4.0 liters
3.7 liters

2.OL Engine
2.5L Engine Manual

8.8 qts.
9.3 qts.
2.9 qts.

7.3 qts.
7.7 qts.
2.4 qts.

8.3 liters
8.8 liters
2.7 liters

Power Steering Hydraulic System

0.95 qts.

0.79 qts.

0.45 liters

Fuel Tank

15.5 gallons

12.9 gallons

58.5 liters

Washer Fluid Reservoir Front

2.3 qts.
1.8 qts.

1.9 qts.
1.5 qts.

2.2 liters
1.7 liters

*Add 50/50 mixture to Full mark in coolant recovery reservoir for a warm engine, or to the Low mark for a cold engine


Ford Part No.

Part Name

Ford Specification

Brake Master Cylinder

C6AZ-1 9542-BA

Ford Heavy Duty Brake Fluid


Lock Cylinders


Ford Lock Lubricant


Power Steering Pump Reservoir


Ford Premium
Power Steering Fluid


Reverse Engineering… On my 94 Ford Probe V6 GT (POS)

August 9, 2007

Reverse engineering is the process of learning how a product is made by taking it apart and examining it.

I know more about 1994 Ford Probes than any woman on the planet, and as a “do-it- yourself” kinda gal, I thought I’d post a couple of my “reverse engineering” shots for those of you who need a close up of the greasy, oily, crud-caked crap that you will not find in the Haynes/Chilton manuals.

So, in the beginning, there was this car…. which was a freebie given to me by my loving grandfather when I gave my ex the other car just so he would have a way to “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME.”

In the beginning….In the beginning….

Then the hood blew off at 60 miles per hour…


Followed by half the stuff UNDER the hood lifting UP with the hood when I stopped to check the oil….


And of course, not long after, I was replacing the water pump.. and then the timing belt broke…






So this is when the timing belt broke


This is after I broke down the left side of the motor…removed the water pump pulley bolts and drivebelts from the alternator and power steering pump, then removed the water pump pulley. Position the number one cylinder at TDC.



Using a “persuasion bar” to make sure the crankshaft doesn’t turn:



Removed the drivebelt tensioner bracket, and while it says to use a 0.060-inch pin in the tensioner after compression, I just used a nail… worked fine.



Don’tcha love my floormat?



Gettin’ ‘er done! (Um… Yeah… that would be me….)



Set the timing marks on the camshaft, put and reverse engineer one more time to put the damn thing back together…. and she runs like a scalded dog. Go Me!


The Mechanic and Me

December 16, 2006

Tales From the Countryside (CH 4)

I was a daddy’s girl, and I grew up southern style. By that, I don’t mean I was a “tom boy”, nor was I a debutante. I blended the two into what I believe to be a perfect balance of eclectic, eccentric, outdoorsy, intelligent, multi-talented femininity.Smiley

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re saying to yourself, “WTF is she talking about???????” Smiley (And here is where i tell you….)

My father was bridge foreman for the railroad (Mo-Pac) for 32 years. He would be gone for two weeks at a time, and only home every other weekend. My father was right up there with God as far I as I was concerned, and when he was home, he belonged to ME. He taught me everything he knew. Probably not because he always wanted to, but more likely it was because he couldn’t get rid of me for an instant. I think he figured as long as he taught me something new, and sent me to practice whatever it was he imparted to me, he could breathe for a minute. It never took long however, because I never wanted anything more than to see my father smile, and I learned quickly, from pouring concrete to construction. One of my earliest recollections is of the only fight I ever knew my parents to have. I remember like it was yesterday, sitting in the kitchen on a stool when i was 8 years old, and my father lacing up hiking boots on my feet. He was on one bended knee, and he had a coil of rope on the floor next to him. My mom walks in, stops dead in her tracks and says “Clovis, just what the hell do you think you are DOING!!?!?!?” My father turned to my mother with the most confused look on his face and says “what?” My mother says… “Clovis, you are NOT taking that child up on the ROOF with you!!!”, and my dad says “But Val, I have a rope! I’m gonna tie her to me while I replace the shingles, so she won’t fall off, and she can hand me the nails!” Smiley

Yeah. I thought she was gonna choke him to death with that rope. When she picked it up, I swear…. it kinda looked like a hangman’s noose there for a second. Really. It did….

Anyhow… the point of that retrospective is this. Thanks to my daddy, I also know a wee bit about cars. Not a whole lot, mind you, but enough to get by. I can rebuild a Holly 4-barrel quadrajet, drop in a 350 or a 327 4 bolt main,
replace my own brakes, and change a starter, flywheel, or alternator. So, when I have a damn car with OBD, I know how the hell to read it. OK?

For those of you who DON”T have a CLUE what an OBD stands for “On Board Diagnostic”.
OBD serves as an early warning system that alerts you to the potential need for vehicle repair through the “Check Engine” light on the dashboard of your vehicle. It flashes codes that tell you what ‘s wrong with your ride. You can read them, look them up, and diagnose your own damned car, without having to rely solely on what some “mechanic” tells you.

Now then… Chapter 4 really begins with me, and my OBD the night I got back from night of terror in Tulsa. Yep, I got home, and checked it. The only code it’s flashing is a 41. i go inside, look it up on the internet, and there it is. It’s the EGR valve, and guess what that means? I was right. It’s electronic, and will make my car run like it’s constipated when it’s f****d up. I crawl under the car at midnight with a flashlight in hand and start tracing. yep. It’s F*****D!

Soooooo….. the next AM I call my grandpa and the mechanic, and tell them what the problem is. But noooooooo…… “that’s not it” they say. GRRRRRRRRR!!!!! They will NOT listen to me. I “don’t really need it” they say.

Soooooooo…. I have spent the last 4 days waiting in this God-forsaken 7th circle of hell. (Oklahoma is no longer OK to ME!!!!!) In the interim, the “mechanic” has checked the pressure on my fuel pump, replaced the fuel filter, totally removed the catalytic converter, and a few other various waste of time things.
He tells me yesterday, “must be that EGR valve”.

Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley
YA THINK?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley Smiley

By now, my grandpa has sunk so much into that car, it’s all pretty much new under the non-existent perverbial hood. He just doesn’t wanna spend the $250 it’s gonna take to get it fixed. I’m thinking at this point that Old Man Murphy won.

But Wait~~~~~~

The trumpet sounded last night (by way of the telephone) and I was informed I would be getting the money western union from people at home who love me and want my ass BACK there. I bolt to the shop, tell the mechanic I am picking up the part in the AM, have the car ready to install it. He tells me he’ll have it done by the afternoon, and I can go home on Sunday.

Sooooooo… this AM I get up early, go to the shop, and tell him I’m headed to OKC for the part, and he says “cool”. I get back, and guess what??????? The mother fucker (excuse da language, but really… WTF??Smiley has closed the shop up tight, left early, with my car locked up INSIDE, and no one has heard from him since. Did I mention, he lives BEHIND the shop, and sure as hell wasn’t there either?

The S.O.B. RAN and HID!!!!!!! Smiley

That’s ok. I got something for the mechanic. You just hide and watch…

Don’t fuck with a southern woman who has been held hostage in hell for two weeks, and wants nothing in the world but to get home to her son.

Oh yeah….the “mechanic” and me… uh-huh…

Guess no one ever told him that hell hath no fury like a single southern mother scorned.

Murphy may be tough, Karma may be a bitch, and my Dogma may be dead, but they ain’t got SHIT on me!!!!

To be continued…

And where the hell is a disgruntled Smiley carrying a baseball bat????

My KarMa RaN OvER mY DoGMa !!!!

December 16, 2006

Tales from the Countryside Chapter 3

Well, I guess Mr. Murphy decided enough WASN’T enough, so he sent that bitch Karma over to kill my Dogma. She not only ran over it… she backed up… spun out…squalled the tires, and burned rubber all over it.

Yes, my Dogma is now a grease spot on the Road of Life.

Personally, I think Old Man Murphy is prejudiced against women, or he needs to get laid. (If he’d quit throwing his damned LAWS around, smacking car hoods and the like, maybe he WOULD get laid!)

OK, so here’s chapter three of my “Tales from the Countryside” blog that is fast becoming an Epic of Ridiculous Proportions.

My mother and I had decided to take my car and go shopping, sans hood, of course. We were in Tulsa when Karma decided to catch a ride.

First, something black comes flying up and smacks my side of the windshield. It was so fast, that I would have thought it to be an apparition, had it not been for the resounding “SMACK” before it shot by my widow with meteorific speed. I asked my mother if she saw what is was. She claimed it must have flown up from the road., which I know isn’t possible. I saw where it came from, I just couldn’t identify the part at 80 miles and hour, and daylight becoming dusk. After the hood incident I opted to let it go, so she could keep believing her delusion.

About 15 minutes later, the car decides it wants to start cutting out on me. I mean… bogged down…” Karma get your damned foot off the brake while I’m pushing the gas pedal down” kinda thing. Karma seemed to think it was fun, however, and would simply slam on the brake at random, intermittent periods. I, not realizing it Karma just yet, ran through the gambit of possibilities in my mind. So what do I do? The car had been setting up a while before I got it. Condensation build up caused water in the tank? Fuel filter? Injectors? Catalytic converter? Bad gas? Fuel pump losing pressure? Hmmm….. wtf? Now it’s dark, and thanks to the hood incident, I am running one headlight that only works on high beam, however, I have bought replacements which are in the back seat, so I pull into a station, get gas, injector cleaner, and go to install the headlights. Guess what? Oh yeahhhhhhhh… You know it. The freakin screws weren’t in the headlamps EITHER! Just dumb ass luck and wind sheer holding them in place. Karma must have missed that somehow, or I’m sure she would have kicked them out of their sockets with her spiked stilettos. Then I take a look to see what auto part might be missing. Found it, too. It was the main fuse box cover. Lovely.

So….on the road again. The car is running a lil better and I’m thinking “WHEW!”. That lasted all of three minutes. I think Karma was straddling the motor, kinking the fuel line like you do a water hose when you want to sstop the water without turning it off at the faucet. She made the car gag and lurch so much that a 200 mile trip cost me $50 in gas. She’s such a bitch.

We decide to go on home, and I fight with the car for the next three hours. I have figured out that it is definetly something electrical, because I can shut it off, throw it in neutral, let it reset, re-crank, and it run would smooth for about 10 minutes before acting up again. We stopped for more gas, and something to drink, and that’s when my Dogma decided to get out and chase my car down the road. Karma didn’t like that, so after we had pulled off the interstate onto one of the rural blackened highways headed back to Newalla, she decided to run over my Dogma. We knew when she hit it. Oh yeah. There was no mistaking it. “THWUMP!” “PLUNK< PLUNK< PLUNK< PLUNK< PLUNK”.

Mom is now “over it”. Even SHE is cursing the car. She just knows it’s the tire. I know it ISN’T the tire, because while it sounded like one, there was not so much as a bip, much less a bump. It’s pitch black, however, and I have no flashlight, and can’t see a damn thing. I’m not ABOUT to stick my hand around there to see what it is. Then I remember, the phone I had just gotten earlier that day (in case I had car trouble on the way back to Arkansas…((HAH!!!)) has a itty bitty flashlight on it. What do I see? The FENDER WALL…. Sticking out between my tire and the fender, protruding about a foot and a half. Ok… so now I’M over it!!!! OMG! That was the last damn straw. I look underneath, and the fender wall (screw-less, of course) is wedged up in my strut, and is being eating by the wheel. The strut and wheel had a good bitedown on the thing, because I had to stick on foot up on the tire, grab the fender wall, and pull so hard that byt the time it gave up the grip, I went flying backward to land on the median on the opposite side of the road. OOMPH! I think it took an inch of height of me when my tailbone jammed up into my spine and squished a few discs together.

Anyhow, it only took another hour to make it those last 20 miles home, with each mile bringing the car closer and closer to death and a car crusher. Jesse James seems to have some cool ways with demolition. Think the Monster Garage would be open if I gave them a ring?

Me, My Car, and Murphy’s Law

December 10, 2006

Me And Murphy’s Law Current mood: indescribable

Old Man Murphy and his freakin’ Laws. Gotta love ’em, aye? Have I mentioned that my personal sanity is almost threadbare at this point?

So, I’m in Oklahoma where I have just picked up the car my grandfather gave me. It’s a great ride for a 94 Probe. Sunroof, automatic everything, electric seats, gray leather interior, cruise control, perfect alignment, and wheels/tires on it that are worth as much as the car. Best of all…. it was a freebie!

Then, coming home from the store with my mom, she makes the comment “yeah, well it’s ok, but you haven’t hit the interstate yet”. To which I reply with a tenative laugh ,”mom, shut the hell up and don’t jinx me”. Mom says with utter sincerity, “old man Murphy doesn’t care if you say it aloud or not”.

Either way, we met Mr. Murphy about 10 minutes later, when he bashed my freakin’ car with his freakin’ law.

Yes, at 60 mph, Mr Murphy decides I don’t really need my car hood, or headlamps.

I’m just drivin’, chattin’, and laughin’ with mom when WHAM !!! We hear a clattering sound, the hood flies up, disengages, goes soaring over the top of the car (missing the windshield and back glass, thank God) and SMACKS into my trunk before sailing like a frisbee into the adjacent lane in front of oncoming traffic.

Yes, it’s just another day in my life.

I whip the car around and go after the hood. I pull up in front of it, stare it down like something that should be slaughtered, and get out of the car.
My mother… she’s speechless…bless her heart…
I walk up to the perfectly unmarked hood, stare it down for a moment longer, pick it up , and walk back to check out the car-nage. (Get it!? Carnage!? LMAO!) ((Shut up. It was funny to me.))

I can’t help myself, standing there, holding the hood, looking at the opening where my v-6 is proudly(?) displaying itself. I start smiling. Then the giggles kick in. It is only when my mom gets out of the car and hold the door open saying “honey, quick, stick it in the back seat!”, that I totally lose my composure, and erupt into eye-watering, side-splitting laughter. A few cars slowly manuveured around us, but I’m fairly certain they were afraid to stop, fearing that I must have lost my mind somewhere. I can’t stop laughing! It was just the funniest thing in the world to me. My mom is starting to look at me in a most concerned fashion, and takes a step back from me, which makes me literally double over and HOWLLLLLLLLLL with laughter.

This one truck finally stops and two guys ask if they can help… my mom is looking from them to me, like “OMG HELP HER”…… and all I can do is laugh and laugh and laugh!!!! My mom asks them to put the hood in thier truck and plz follow us home. I guess it was adrenilin cause that hood felt like a feather to me, but it kinda seemed to be given that one guy a hard time.

We did finally make it home and figured out the hood had never actually been fastened to the car. It was simply “resting” there, and had been held in place by the thick sheet of ice that had weighed it down and had also been attached to the wiper blades. No latch, no hinges, no nothing. Just a hood with some ice that decided to melt.

I love my life…..every day is an adventure….

Tomorrow begins my adventure in car hood replacement…..