Good story & congradulations!
Sorry about the lip.
Another way to get things lubed after a long sit is to remove the plugs &
crank it until the oil pressure gage moves. Not quite as dramatic as your
method, but it works.
Good luck with the tuning!
Jim
-----Original Message-----
From: Thomas I Perigrin <tip@ai.chem.ohiou.edu>
To: mgs@autox.team.net <mgs@autox.team.net>
Date: Friday, October 23, 1998 3:33 PM
Subject: Calooh, Calay, oh Frabjous DAY!
>
>Last night I finally got Emma running again.
>
>To recap - I first bought Emma (1972 MGB) in 1978. Sold her to BIL when
>going overseas in 1983. He drove her, "tricked her out", and then blocked
>her for nearly 10 years. Last year he had financial problems, so I bought
>her back, trailered her across the US in the Road Trip From Hell (TM), and
>started working on her.
>
>Well, after replacing her rear springs, tearing apart and cleaning her
>carbs, ungluing the float chambers, cleaning the fuel tank, replacing the
>fuel filter, cleaning the fuel pump, replacing the fuel pump points,
>blowing out the fuel line 5 times, and such, I was ready to oil her up and
>go. I had drained out the oil and wanted to pressure inject fresh oil to
>lubricate the bearings before starting her up.
>
>My machinist had made me a "pressure injector". This was a 2' length of 2"
>sched-40 PVC pipe, with a compression fitting on the bottom and an air
>fitting and a plug on the top. The idea was to fit the compression fitting
>to the oil-pressure line, and then blow a quart or two oil into the engine
>using 50 psi air. This would force the oil up into the upper galleries and
>hopefully relube things that hadn't been moved in 10 years.
>
>I hooked this contraption up, filled it with oil, put in the plug, and
>hooked up my air compressor. I hit the lever, the thing filled with air,
>and suddenly all hell broke loose. The plug shot out of the device at
>Mach-2, catching me in the lower lip and giving me a body piercing that a
>trendy NYC teen would be envious of. This was immediately followed by the
>ejection of about a half-quart of 20W-50, which ended up drenching me from
>crown to toes. Fortunately, I was wearing sefety glasses and the car
>fender was covered, so I didn't lose eyesight and the oil didn't cause
>toooooo much of a mess.
>
>Well, my wife and I decided that the hole in my lip was small enough so
>that it probably didn't require stiching right then, so I sprayed it with
>Bactien and went back outside. I managed to inject hte oil by using a
>C-clamp to hold the plug in place, reducing the air pressure to 35 psi, and
>hiding below the level of the fender.
>
>Once that was done, I topped it up, and sat down. It was with an odd
>feeling that I sat there. The last time I had been in that seat was in
>1983. I turned the key, and pushed it over to start.
>
>*ruma ruma ruma ruma COUGH ruma ruma COUGH COUGH ruma ruma THRUMP COUGH
>THRUMP ruma ruma RRRRRRRMMMMMMMUMAUMAUMAUMAUMA* SHE'S RUNNING!
>
>Oh My GOD, she's running again!
>
>Okay, she's not running well yet. There is a tapping, probably something
>under the valve cover. She seems to be running lean... so, I need to
>check the rocker arms, and do a tune up.
>
>BUT ALL that doesn't matter. She's RUNNING. She's RUNNING. My dearest
>MG, my Emma, lost and gone from me for over 15 years is back in my hands,
>and she's running!
>
>Yippie!
>
>
>
>---
>
>A .sig is static My life is dynamic. I can't think of a single
>quote or witty saying that expresses the mercurial nature of the changes in
>my life. The only constants in my life are stress, my loving wife, and
>the weekly hairball my cat leaves on the carpet.
>
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