My van's been having issues due to a load of crappy diesel fuel. I thought the problem fixed as I went all the way from northern NH to Boston and back without any issues.
I was wrong.
The universe had a good laugh at my expense as the van died a little over 2 miles from my house. I tried to clear the problem but with no luck. Whatever clogged the line somehow made it past my transfer valve. No matter which tank I used it would feed into a plugged line.
Just to make things more interesting, the van died in the middle of a cell phone dead zone.
My lovely wife stayed with the van while I had a pleasant two mile walk in the dark to fetch her car.
At least it's off the road in a parking area where I'll be able to work on it. The job should go a lot better in the light of day.
At least it didn't die in Boston. That could have been nasty.
-Sixbears
Better than Boston is right, but it was still bad enough.
ReplyDeleteAt least my life is never boring.
DeleteIn Boston you'd have been a thirty seconds walk to a restaurant and shelter and three minutes away from a tow. And there are no cell-dead zones.
DeleteLast time I needed a tow I was two minutes North of Boston and the truck was there before I had time to hang up.
What kind of fun is that? Actually it would be in the middle of a narrow street and I'd be 40 seconds away from being murdered for blocking traffic.
DeleteActually, i once blew a transmission in MA on my truck. Yes, service was there, but for the twice the flippin price -plus tax.
DeleteMaybe the van just has a french fry stuck in her throat! :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's possible, really.
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