My First Breakdown (the rig that is, long read)
Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 5:26 am
Planning to attend the dedication and concert at the Ohio Veterans Memorial Park Saturday with the truck I dedcided to go fuel up Friday night. I hopped in and headed to the station about 1.5 miles down the road. Now mind you I failed to take my phone. I pulled in to the station and headed inside. Now I had a fuel gift card for $30, and then wanted to add another $20 cash, the kid inside said "Oh, well I can't do that, ahhh, you'll have to pump the gift card amount then come back in and pay the cash and pump that" Oy, I thought. I could feel my blood pressure starting to go throught the roof. This set the pace for the rest of the night.
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
I wrapped a rag around the line and cranked her switch off, I went to check and not a drop of fuel.Well, at least I knew what it was, a fuel issue. About this time Walt, the owner of the transmission shop came out, he had still been working. I told him what was going on , kindly he went back in and brought out a squirt bottle of fuel. I dumped some down the air horn, at this point I am still thinking vapor lock of sorts, the engine fired up and ran about 10 seconds, no fuel came out of the line. Shoot, by this time the engine was cool, it would have started to pump gas by now with the line off had it been vapor locked
About 50 minutes had passed since I left the house, looking up the road, I did not see the wifes jeep coming to look for me...It was getting dark, about 8:30. Walt let me use his phone. "hello, I broke down, I need you to come get me so I can grab more tools and my spare fuel pump".
Ten minutes later (the house is 4 mins from the station
) the wife arrived and back to the house I went. I pulled my OEM pump off my spare block and some line wrenches. I also set the two long OEM pump bolts on the bench to take knowing how easy it would make the install laying on my back in a parking lot. I then went to grab some 3/8 sockets and a ratchet. Back to the truck I went.
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
I gathered up my tools cursing out the pump that was less than a year old. I thanked Walt for his help and was home by 10:30. The wife scolded me for not taking my phone. She figured I ran into somebody and was jabbering.. I let it go at that. I see an electric pump in my future
We made it Saturday to the ceremonies just fine. I will post pics later 

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


