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Subject:Fwd: Stranded - my first heartbreak
From:mordo
Date:Mon, 4 Dec 2006 20:38:57 -0500

Thanks, all. I am home safely. As I was but a mile and half away from home,
my Allstate auto club covered the whole deal. Very friendly tow driver.

I do suspect it was run out of fuel as it quit during the big, fast sweep of
the exit ramp. I will replace the fuel filter and get some more gas in it.

It was a brilliant irony that a Westy would pass me by just as I had broken
down...

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Joy Hecht <jhecht@alum.mit.edu>
Date: Dec 4, 2006 8:07 PM
Subject: Re: Stranded - my first heartbreak
To: vanagon@gerry.vanagon.com

Welcome to the honored league of stranded vanagonauts, Mordo!  You have
finally arrived...

BTW, Sam Walters, on this list, lives in Baltimore.

Joy

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Joy Hecht
now living in a real house in northern Virginia
and Matilda, 1989 Burgundy Vanagon
now living in the driveway and resting after two and a half years
lugging Joy and her stuff around...

For musings about life traveling in the van or living in one place:
http://www.joyhecht.net

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:::-----Original Message-----
:::From: Vanagon Mailing List [mailto:vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM] On Behalf
:::Of mordo
:::Sent: Monday, December 04, 2006 6:36 PM
:::To: vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM
:::Subject: Stranded - my first heartbreak
:::
:::It finally happened: my first breakdown. I'm currently stranded on a
:::busy thoroughfare in Baltimore.
:::
:::I had just rounded an exit ramp, uphill and the engine sputtered to
:::stop. I am low on fuel and the previous owner had indicated that the
:::fuel gauge is untrustworthy when it's low.
:::
:::I put two gallons in and it still won't start. I had my wife crank the
:::engine while I checked a couple of things. Fuel pump runs. Nothing
:::else obvious comes to mind. Perhaps a clogged fuel line if it was
:::sucking debris.
:::
:::Waiting for a tow truck now to carry me a mile and a half home.
:::
:::In a peculiar coincidence, minutes after I came to a stop, a grey
:::Westy drove blithely by me. I expect it is one of perhaps four
:::Vanagons I've ever seen in Balto.
:::
:::I feel strangely honored to be a part of the legions of stranded
:::Vanagon drivers all over the world.
:::
:::Mordo
:::
:::--
:::mordo
:::1990 Carat

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mordo
1990 Carat