Was wondering if any members had stories about their rides cratering as they were going somewhere and how they got it home.
I had just put my Supervan on the road a few years back and took it to work for the first time. It was just before my first Orygone econo meet. After years of flailing around on the thing it was a deadline that had to be met.
So I finally get the carb on the bus and turn it over ... it runs. Driving around and it seems to be doing OK but I don't trust the carb ... the rebuilds you get up here are shirt. Fire it up and downtown I go in the AM. Starts to act up just before the office ... couple of backfires and was given that wonderful kiss of gasoline vapours these things give you when all is not well. Ditched it in the parking garage and went to work.
After the day is over I knew it was going to be a cow getting the beast home. Part of my path is through the worst part of town. Hookers, drug addicts and just plain down and out. Worst part of Canada actually.
I start driving. It's a freaking hot day out and the old bus is NOT driving happy. Backfires, temp gauge pegging and it's just plain ornery. After a mile or two I get a huge blast and then all is quiet. So I coast off the main road onto a side street that is known for odd goings on. I was sitting there with the hood open inside my beast going through the basics of spark and fuel. Have fuel alright ... just pouring out of every place in the carb it could ... so I sit ... and basically wait until that mess goes away ... I try to start it.
Suddenly my passenger door opens and a woman of questionable repute (not my Ex) jumps into the Fred C covered foldy seat ... she sits down and says "Hello" ... I look at her and ask "What are you doing in my van?" ... She says " Well I saw you stop near my corner and thought you might want me here" ... I said "Well I think I have vapour lock and that's why I am stuck" ... she smiled and said "I can help you with that ..." ... I didn't know what to say ... so I gave her some smokes ... and sent her on her way ...
I had just put my Supervan on the road a few years back and took it to work for the first time. It was just before my first Orygone econo meet. After years of flailing around on the thing it was a deadline that had to be met.
So I finally get the carb on the bus and turn it over ... it runs. Driving around and it seems to be doing OK but I don't trust the carb ... the rebuilds you get up here are shirt. Fire it up and downtown I go in the AM. Starts to act up just before the office ... couple of backfires and was given that wonderful kiss of gasoline vapours these things give you when all is not well. Ditched it in the parking garage and went to work.
After the day is over I knew it was going to be a cow getting the beast home. Part of my path is through the worst part of town. Hookers, drug addicts and just plain down and out. Worst part of Canada actually.
I start driving. It's a freaking hot day out and the old bus is NOT driving happy. Backfires, temp gauge pegging and it's just plain ornery. After a mile or two I get a huge blast and then all is quiet. So I coast off the main road onto a side street that is known for odd goings on. I was sitting there with the hood open inside my beast going through the basics of spark and fuel. Have fuel alright ... just pouring out of every place in the carb it could ... so I sit ... and basically wait until that mess goes away ... I try to start it.
Suddenly my passenger door opens and a woman of questionable repute (not my Ex) jumps into the Fred C covered foldy seat ... she sits down and says "Hello" ... I look at her and ask "What are you doing in my van?" ... She says " Well I saw you stop near my corner and thought you might want me here" ... I said "Well I think I have vapour lock and that's why I am stuck" ... she smiled and said "I can help you with that ..." ... I didn't know what to say ... so I gave her some smokes ... and sent her on her way ...