That's a good one, thanks.

-- Gnarlie

Entity Jim Kennedy spoke thus:

> B a c k  when I drove an air cooled '70, my wife and I were heading up to
> Glacier Nat. Park from San Diego, when I began to experience vapor locking /
> chugging.  Finally, in the middle of nowhere on a 2 lane Idaho road it was
> too bad to continue.  So I removed the fuel pump, then all the screws
> holding the thing together.  Of course it was sealed tight, and what do I
> carelessly do with a screwdriver?  Of course, I pried it apart and
> successfully stabbed through the diaphragm, ruining the device.  So picture
> the scene.  I'm sitting in the open 90 degree sun with a ruined dripping
> fuel pump in my hands, 25 miles from the nearest town, with my wife in the
> front seat reading her novel thinking everything is great.  This is in about
> 1985, before cell phones and all that.  You know how it is when you feel
> scared and stupid at the same time.  Then in a flash I had a solution.  Of
> course I had my full tool kit and even a cordless drill (God told me to
> bring this when I was packing).  I emptied the 1 gallon can of Coleman fuel
> and filled it with gasoline.  I drilled a hole between the rear storage deck
> and the carb.  Then I took my extra fuel line and did a siphon from the gas
> can to the carb, and propped the gas can between our bags so as not to tip
> over.  I drove at 50 and made 25 miles to town (25 mpg+), where to my joy
> and surprise I purchased a new fuel pump for $20.
>
> We still talk about that day.
>
> Jim
> 87 GL
> San Diego