
So after my 15 minute gas station ordeal I fired the truck up. It was about 90 degrees out and upon occasion on hot restart I have had to play the throttle just right. She fired up just fine.
I pull out and start rolling, about 30 seconds later the engine drops off "sputter, run, sputter, run..sputter.pop. .died..." MMM, perhaps the vapor lock gremlins have finally struck I thought. However in the back of my mind I thought about all of the parades I did in 95 degrees and never had a problem? I got a sick feeling, then I realized I did not have my cell phone to boot. I coasted into a parking lot at a local transmission shop. I let if sit about 2 minutes, cranked it , it ran for two seconds and died. Tried again, nothing. Now I had told the wife I would be right back, so surley she would come looking after a half hour or so right?


I raised the hood and got my tools out. The fuel sediment bowl (remember I put the civvy pump on last year) was full. I disconected the line at the carb, bone dry


Ten minutes later (the house is 4 mins from the station

Holding the mag light I began to loosen the splash shield and then the pump bolts. I had used shorter ones on the civvy pump. At this point my head was exploding thinking
I may not make it to the Saturday ceremony after promising I would bring the truck out for display. I am lying on my back with a flashlight having to change my fuel pump. All the time thinking the worst, "what if it is the cam lobe...this could be a futile attempt..)My head was ready to explode


Mary was kind enough to offer to hold the light, but we all know how well that always works..After about 10 minutes, which seemed like eternity, the old pump was off. The cam lever just flopped loosely, this was a relief know knowing for sure it was the pump. Something failed inside. Groovy.
Walt had come back out to check on my progress, he saw my light and said hang on. He brought out a 18 volt LED with base, much better. He was a kind man to help like that. I go to install my spare pump. Carefully I removed the gasket to get it off in one peice. Success. I packed the gasket cement and placed it on the spare pump. I went to grab the long bolts....ahhh, remember when I grabbed the ratchet at the house?, that distraction left the bolts sitting on my workbench. I sent the wife back to the house with a description of the item...luckily she returned with the right bolts. It was going on 10PM. After fiddling around and getting aggravated for about 10 minutes, I determined the cam must be in the high side. I cranked the starter briefly and went back underneath. The pump fit closer and the bolts threaded right in. I snugged it up. Now for the lines. Amazingly with a little prayer and only a flashlight, I got the hose and stee line threaded somewhat easily without crossthreading.
I double checked all my connections, at this point the last thing I needed was a leak and fire. I hit the prime lever and felt the pressure build. A slight smile came to my face after very choice words earlier. I climbed behind the wheel, switch on, I pressed the start pedal and she roared to life


