My gas gauge showed just a whisker under 1/4 tank, so I figured it must have been the fuel pump when the poor beast started sputtering and gasping while driving home from work yesterday. About 1/2 mile from a huge intersection close to the house, I maneuvered from the fast to slow lane and had to coast around the corner to the right. Didn't want to end up in the turn lane with a dead, old, delapidated, jalopy that had to be hand pushed out of the way! Thankfully, I could coast a block and out of traffic before walking home to call AAA towing.
The guy was nice. They ALL are, and believe me, I've had lots of experience with them! Got her home and went to the parts store to order a fuel pump and buy a filter. Then we went to a lousy fish and chips dinner, where Liz and Angel met us for gabbing.
I thought it just might be a gas guage problem instead, so put gas in it this morning. Fired right up, so problem solved. Got my money back on the fuel pump order which hadn't been called in yet, thankfully. Cleaned the connectors on the back of the gauge. At first it jumped around when you wiggled the wires, but then finally gave out completely.
You know the long rod that swivels and runs the gears that move your venetian blinds? That's my new gas guage. Works great. Filed a 2 gallon mark on it and now it's back to the races!
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