Itinerant Air-Cooled Wyoming . . .
Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 8:55 pm
NaranjaWesty died again after the Spearfish appointment, and this time the Rotten Tangerine wasn't kidding around. We died on the shoulder of a hill off I-90 westbound. Removed the fuel filter as pick-up trucks towing boat trailers did not bother in the slightest to move in the slightest away from my feet sticking out. The wind blasts got gasoline in my eyes, and I was a little cross.
Mr. Wyoming Highway Patrolman thankfully stopped and parked right on the shoulder white line to make subsequent pick-ups move all the way into the passing lane. He hung out with me through the fuel filter clean out, and I triumphantly and crisply put the tools away and started the engine . . . not.
He watched with interest as I:
a) yanked the fuel filter
b) blew the fuel filter contents into the magnetic dish
c) read the contents of the magnetic dish
d) pulled the cover off the AFM and got the fuel pump to whine
e) couldn't get the car started
The interior was a mess after I had transferred all of the rear deck junk to the floor.
Finally got the engine started after attaching my new post-robbery Harbor Freight fuel pressure gauge that sprayed all over the place until I tightened the brass compression fittings. Figured that there was vapor lock on the hot engine, and I had inadvertently and fortunately "bled" the fuel system with the leaky gauge.
Mr. Patrolman was happy to see a successful ten minute conclusion to a break down.
"Don't forget that little screw! You told me to remind you!"
Indeed I had reminded him to remind me that I had put the 7mm fuel injection test port screw on the deck behind the cabinets.
He wound out his Dodge Charger and blasted up the hill. I wound out my Westfalia to 12 mph on the shoulder and bam! hesitation and stall within a quarter mile. Starter motored into a parking lot and viewed the impending clouds with grey sheets of doom wafting my way with a stiff head wind:
Lost the damn screw too. Not leaving the leaky fuel gauge on, no way. Dumped all of my screws on the tool box and started testing little screws willy nilly to see which might fit. Found a choke cover screw and a washer (that we are running right now).
I am also wondering mightily if the fuel pump is dying. Rain came through and left a sunny afternoon behind it. Yay. Took a picture of this train hauling turbine blades. It was eerie in real life, to see all of those shapes following the engines through curves and across the plain. The photograph captured maybe four and a half of forty:
On the other side of the interstate, Wyoming joins in on the continuing pillage of Mother Earth:
Some people are challenged when it comes to keeping a tidy yard, I think some are downright proud not to bother:
Cleaning the fuel filter here, I spied a deer who utilized millions of years of DNA engineering to stand stock still. Couldn't bring myself to tell the deer that it just doesn't work with a concrete backdrop:
This, what, mule deer? visited the industrial park driveway where I was changing my transaxle oil yet again:
The used transaxle oil has barely 10,000 miles, but I could feel the synchronizer action disappearing, and it seemed too thin for the 90* + headwind driving days on I-90. While with mpls_ham, I picked up some Lucas 85-140 gear oil and stuck it in, here with the deer. That is the new oil at the bottom . . .
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Next day, was the appointment with Waterdawg2004 in Gillette Wyoming. Waterdawg was sitting out in the garage with his bevy of two VW buses:
Discovered a whole new low in Horrendousness Experienced By Customers had been reached. Had to ask twice to make sure. His windshield seal had been installed inside-out. The glass people then broke the windshield trying to force it in. They said that they don't guarantee glass so, good-bye :
Seriously? Seriously?
We did get the oil pressure and alternator lights squared away, a new oil pressure sender, some tuning, some driving in:
We also had to ascertain which engine was the good engine. I say they are both good . . . candidates for overhaul. Plenty of work to do out at the spread, but there is nothing better than to have something to do out in the garage.
Good to meet you, Waterdawg2004, and thanks! for! the Dakota Digital gauge! It is in:
a) special thermocouple ring press:
. . . that is designed to clear the wall of the socket:
b) thermocouple wire harness un-kinked and ready for chassis-threading:
c) modified motel room card ready to paint along with the gauge body:
d) gauge and thermocouple wire harnesses ready for hook up. I ran the thermocouple wire up just in front of the heater tree so it can lead directly to the gauge in the ash tray:
e) painted gauge ready for F vs C and 430* warning calibration:
Well, the gauge vacation was nice, but I have some demanding mountain and headwind driving coming up, and I need to let you all know what sort of heat a factory Type 4 with an untouched AFM generates. Well, it generated 420* into a headwind at 60 mph on a 90* day . . . on my way to whc03grady in Montana.
Mr. Wyoming Highway Patrolman thankfully stopped and parked right on the shoulder white line to make subsequent pick-ups move all the way into the passing lane. He hung out with me through the fuel filter clean out, and I triumphantly and crisply put the tools away and started the engine . . . not.
He watched with interest as I:
a) yanked the fuel filter
b) blew the fuel filter contents into the magnetic dish
c) read the contents of the magnetic dish
d) pulled the cover off the AFM and got the fuel pump to whine
e) couldn't get the car started
The interior was a mess after I had transferred all of the rear deck junk to the floor.
Finally got the engine started after attaching my new post-robbery Harbor Freight fuel pressure gauge that sprayed all over the place until I tightened the brass compression fittings. Figured that there was vapor lock on the hot engine, and I had inadvertently and fortunately "bled" the fuel system with the leaky gauge.
Mr. Patrolman was happy to see a successful ten minute conclusion to a break down.
"Don't forget that little screw! You told me to remind you!"
Indeed I had reminded him to remind me that I had put the 7mm fuel injection test port screw on the deck behind the cabinets.
He wound out his Dodge Charger and blasted up the hill. I wound out my Westfalia to 12 mph on the shoulder and bam! hesitation and stall within a quarter mile. Starter motored into a parking lot and viewed the impending clouds with grey sheets of doom wafting my way with a stiff head wind:
Lost the damn screw too. Not leaving the leaky fuel gauge on, no way. Dumped all of my screws on the tool box and started testing little screws willy nilly to see which might fit. Found a choke cover screw and a washer (that we are running right now).
I am also wondering mightily if the fuel pump is dying. Rain came through and left a sunny afternoon behind it. Yay. Took a picture of this train hauling turbine blades. It was eerie in real life, to see all of those shapes following the engines through curves and across the plain. The photograph captured maybe four and a half of forty:
On the other side of the interstate, Wyoming joins in on the continuing pillage of Mother Earth:
Some people are challenged when it comes to keeping a tidy yard, I think some are downright proud not to bother:
Cleaning the fuel filter here, I spied a deer who utilized millions of years of DNA engineering to stand stock still. Couldn't bring myself to tell the deer that it just doesn't work with a concrete backdrop:
This, what, mule deer? visited the industrial park driveway where I was changing my transaxle oil yet again:
The used transaxle oil has barely 10,000 miles, but I could feel the synchronizer action disappearing, and it seemed too thin for the 90* + headwind driving days on I-90. While with mpls_ham, I picked up some Lucas 85-140 gear oil and stuck it in, here with the deer. That is the new oil at the bottom . . .
:Next day, was the appointment with Waterdawg2004 in Gillette Wyoming. Waterdawg was sitting out in the garage with his bevy of two VW buses:
Discovered a whole new low in Horrendousness Experienced By Customers had been reached. Had to ask twice to make sure. His windshield seal had been installed inside-out. The glass people then broke the windshield trying to force it in. They said that they don't guarantee glass so, good-bye :
Seriously? Seriously?
We did get the oil pressure and alternator lights squared away, a new oil pressure sender, some tuning, some driving in:
We also had to ascertain which engine was the good engine. I say they are both good . . . candidates for overhaul. Plenty of work to do out at the spread, but there is nothing better than to have something to do out in the garage.
Good to meet you, Waterdawg2004, and thanks! for! the Dakota Digital gauge! It is in:
a) special thermocouple ring press:
. . . that is designed to clear the wall of the socket:
b) thermocouple wire harness un-kinked and ready for chassis-threading:
c) modified motel room card ready to paint along with the gauge body:
d) gauge and thermocouple wire harnesses ready for hook up. I ran the thermocouple wire up just in front of the heater tree so it can lead directly to the gauge in the ash tray:
e) painted gauge ready for F vs C and 430* warning calibration:
Well, the gauge vacation was nice, but I have some demanding mountain and headwind driving coming up, and I need to let you all know what sort of heat a factory Type 4 with an untouched AFM generates. Well, it generated 420* into a headwind at 60 mph on a 90* day . . . on my way to whc03grady in Montana.
