Itinerant Air-Cooled Greetings From Washington
Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 11:25 pm
We left off with a repaired NaranjaWesty at the end of my appointment with Ronin10, touched upon in the Freezing Donkey thread:
viewtopic.php?f=70&t=13118&start=30#p221940
Before we go up the hill (Snoqualmie Pass), however, I must show you the
Ronin10 682A Super Fuel Injector Test Stand sans the mayonnaise jar viewing glass:
That's my #3 injector right there. Sprayed so beautifully that it hit the sides of the glass all the way around. It probably liked the clean fuel we tested it with. There's the back side of the Ronin10 682A Super Fuel Injector Test Stand just before its due upgrade to a real smoke detector 9 volt battery plug instead of the current alligator clips. As importantly, you can see that we had to fool around with starters. His starter was whirring energetically but forgetting to bring the engine along for the ride. After a disassembly that included some persuasive taps and a serious Hook The Plunger To The Lever, the starter returned to duty:
I got to drive this gorgeous Karmann Ghia:
You know, Bleyseng, we could make a day polishing the Authentic Volkswagen Experience.
Here is Bleyseng thinking about it while Ronin10 works most diligently:
So I made it to exit 38 off I-90, Ronin10, but I made it only as far as the parking lot where 97 4,497 lb concrete barriers were stacked. Then the screaming fuel pump demanded a rest, and we rested. In the morning, I dissected the offending spark plug connector:
The resistor checked out! The ends checked out! The press fit between the resistor and the end did not . . .
Then the weather checked out. A big pile of filthy clouds jumped over the horizon and plagued my Desperately Needed Maintenance Day with new pellets of rain as I re-torqued the exhaust nuts and cleaned the lower tins. Buttoned up the shop and hit the road eastbound to Roslyn WA for my appointment with Bukidbus the next morning. Disembarked at the Safeway in Cle Elum WA. Poised over the fresh broccoli in the produce section in my tatty cut-offs and gasoline-spattered tank top, I was accosted by a guy.
"Hey Colin!"
Who? What? When? My mind crashed its memory file drawers all over the floor of my cranium.
"It's Bukidbus, we have an appointment tomorrow."
We chatted briefly. I still did not have a picture of what the car in question was about, and I did not know what we would accomplish, but it was something like, start an engine in the bus, if we like it, take it out and stick in the other engine . . . ?
Did I get that right?
That is what we did and the rains came and the chill descended, and the puddles formed and the gutters trickled and the cardboard soddened, and the sand and the dirt dispersed and the nuts disappeared and reappeared and the centermount Weber ran like crap and ran like crap and we timed it under the stumbling and he found that the brake booster nipple was sucking air in front of the intake manifold. Once we got it running nicely, we yanked the engine.
We installed the other engine. It was a fuel injected engine. We made it through most of the details, and I abandoned him with a list of things to do. And I enjoyed his company and conversation, bacon and eggs for lunch, coffeeinthecold! and music. I think he is going to have a very fine bus, a Neptune blue Kombi when he is done.
Drove to Yakima. Passed out dead tired in the rest area off US-97. Awoke to three volcanos.
ColinInTheDalles
viewtopic.php?f=70&t=13118&start=30#p221940
Before we go up the hill (Snoqualmie Pass), however, I must show you the
Ronin10 682A Super Fuel Injector Test Stand sans the mayonnaise jar viewing glass:
That's my #3 injector right there. Sprayed so beautifully that it hit the sides of the glass all the way around. It probably liked the clean fuel we tested it with. There's the back side of the Ronin10 682A Super Fuel Injector Test Stand just before its due upgrade to a real smoke detector 9 volt battery plug instead of the current alligator clips. As importantly, you can see that we had to fool around with starters. His starter was whirring energetically but forgetting to bring the engine along for the ride. After a disassembly that included some persuasive taps and a serious Hook The Plunger To The Lever, the starter returned to duty:
I got to drive this gorgeous Karmann Ghia:
You know, Bleyseng, we could make a day polishing the Authentic Volkswagen Experience.
Here is Bleyseng thinking about it while Ronin10 works most diligently:
So I made it to exit 38 off I-90, Ronin10, but I made it only as far as the parking lot where 97 4,497 lb concrete barriers were stacked. Then the screaming fuel pump demanded a rest, and we rested. In the morning, I dissected the offending spark plug connector:
The resistor checked out! The ends checked out! The press fit between the resistor and the end did not . . .
Then the weather checked out. A big pile of filthy clouds jumped over the horizon and plagued my Desperately Needed Maintenance Day with new pellets of rain as I re-torqued the exhaust nuts and cleaned the lower tins. Buttoned up the shop and hit the road eastbound to Roslyn WA for my appointment with Bukidbus the next morning. Disembarked at the Safeway in Cle Elum WA. Poised over the fresh broccoli in the produce section in my tatty cut-offs and gasoline-spattered tank top, I was accosted by a guy.
"Hey Colin!"
Who? What? When? My mind crashed its memory file drawers all over the floor of my cranium.
"It's Bukidbus, we have an appointment tomorrow."
We chatted briefly. I still did not have a picture of what the car in question was about, and I did not know what we would accomplish, but it was something like, start an engine in the bus, if we like it, take it out and stick in the other engine . . . ?
Did I get that right?
That is what we did and the rains came and the chill descended, and the puddles formed and the gutters trickled and the cardboard soddened, and the sand and the dirt dispersed and the nuts disappeared and reappeared and the centermount Weber ran like crap and ran like crap and we timed it under the stumbling and he found that the brake booster nipple was sucking air in front of the intake manifold. Once we got it running nicely, we yanked the engine.
We installed the other engine. It was a fuel injected engine. We made it through most of the details, and I abandoned him with a list of things to do. And I enjoyed his company and conversation, bacon and eggs for lunch, coffeeinthecold! and music. I think he is going to have a very fine bus, a Neptune blue Kombi when he is done.
Drove to Yakima. Passed out dead tired in the rest area off US-97. Awoke to three volcanos.
ColinInTheDalles