So, with the sudden introduction of warm weather we get to see what in our lives makes the graceful transition from winter to summer. Spring was pretty much skipped from my point of view
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It's helpful that I remembered your locality, and could deduce from context that you weren't referring to the Civil Aviation Authority. =:)
Mm, all that's one factor I'm unlikely to ever buy a car. I might learn to drive, but, I rather prefer leaving the driving to someone else, freeing me to work or play as the world moves on by. ^_^
We had a similar lack of Spring here last year, where Winter persisted until around mid-May, then suddenly flipped over to being quite warm and bright. So very welcome when it finally happened, but ye gods, the interminable overcast skies were getting quite gloomy. (Much better this year, thankfully, even if actually sunny days remain something to make a point of darting out for some rabbiteering in the final hours of the day)
Back in the day, I drove a 1978 Ford LTD sedan with a Windsor-modified 351 engine. It looked very much like the one in the picture, except that it was rust brown, and the paint had lost any hint of lustre over the years.
It seemed fine when I drove it to work one morning, but on my return trip home it smelled especially gassy1, and I noticed that it went through almost a quarter of a tank of gas in the short, 10-minute commute. Left it running when I got home, and hopped out to see if I could spot anything amiss. The gas smell was almost overpowering, and when I popped the hood for a look, the reason became fairly apparently. If you consider a little jet of gasoline spraying out of the fuel pump and soaking the exhaust manifold to be a problem, then I daresay this car had issues. I uttered a few words that I usually refrain from saying in polite company and quickly killed the engine. Smoke was billowing off of the manifold, and I was sure it was only moments away from ignition
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As far as a pump failure goes, I can definitely see that I got the better end of the stick in how it occurred and how it got taken care of.
I was surprised to hear to you could get the pump off yourself... a lot of my co-workers had warned that in many models of cars you need to drop the gas tank to get at the pump. My brother-in-law actually said the Volvo was a snap, and that there is an access panel under the back seat. If I had had the pump when he came over Saturday, he would've been able to change it out in about 15 minutes using just a socket set. Of course, that's not how it went, but hey... can't have it all.
Then again, looking at that Crown Victoria, if you hadn't been able to reach the pump yourself you probably could've hired a small child and actually lowered them into the engine compartment.
I for one, am happy that it all turned out that you A) didn't catch on fire and B) have an entertaining story for the rest of us!
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Mm, all that's one factor I'm unlikely to ever buy a car. I might learn to drive, but, I rather prefer leaving the driving to someone else, freeing me to work or play as the world moves on by. ^_^
We had a similar lack of Spring here last year, where Winter persisted until around mid-May, then suddenly flipped over to being quite warm and bright. So very welcome when it finally happened, but ye gods, the interminable overcast skies were getting quite gloomy. (Much better this year, thankfully, even if actually sunny days remain something to make a point of darting out for some rabbiteering in the final hours of the day)
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Back in the day, I drove a 1978 Ford LTD sedan with a Windsor-modified 351 engine. It looked very much like the one in the picture, except that it was rust brown, and the paint had lost any hint of lustre over the years.
It seemed fine when I drove it to work one morning, but on my return trip home it smelled especially gassy1, and I noticed that it went through almost a quarter of a tank of gas in the short, 10-minute commute. Left it running when I got home, and hopped out to see if I could spot anything amiss. The gas smell was almost overpowering, and when I popped the hood for a look, the reason became fairly apparently. If you consider a little jet of gasoline spraying out of the fuel pump and soaking the exhaust manifold to be a problem, then I daresay this car had issues. I uttered a few words that I usually refrain from saying in polite company and quickly killed the engine. Smoke was billowing off of the manifold, and I was sure it was only moments away from ignition ( ... )
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I was surprised to hear to you could get the pump off yourself... a lot of my co-workers had warned that in many models of cars you need to drop the gas tank to get at the pump. My brother-in-law actually said the Volvo was a snap, and that there is an access panel under the back seat. If I had had the pump when he came over Saturday, he would've been able to change it out in about 15 minutes using just a socket set. Of course, that's not how it went, but hey... can't have it all.
Then again, looking at that Crown Victoria, if you hadn't been able to reach the pump yourself you probably could've hired a small child and actually lowered them into the engine compartment.
I for one, am happy that it all turned out that you A) didn't catch on fire and B) have an entertaining story for the rest of us!
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