So today was a day of both great exstatic joy, and great sorrow.
The HIF's are now on my B. As is the new exhaust (I still haven't
decided if I like it, but now I am stuck with it for a while anyway).
Started up to a nice tone. Really nice. Wow.
So I tuned the carbs as best I could, but had a hard time getting the
idle to settle down. No biggie I figured, but curious.
Once set, I said goodbye to the kind farmer who is lending me space to
work in his shop, and started the 8 mile journey home.
First thing to happen is the throttle cable housing falls into the
cockpit. Suddenly, I only have my pedel travel, since the damn thing
is falling to the floor. Thats ok, it is icy out, will fix when I get
home. No Big Deal.
Get to stop light. Car dies. Wont start. So I back it off the road
using the starter and my sprained ankle as power. See a trail of
fluid following the car, and from the looks of the road, I have been
leaving it for a wee bit o time. It isn't water, but surely isn't
gasoline, the carbs are on the _other_ side of the car.
After getting myself and the car out of harms way, I investigate fully
(and get a nice dripping of said fluid on my cheek in the process).
It _is_ gas. Gas, dripping from the Anti-run on valve (the one I
broke if you recall). So, my carbs are flooding.
A DPO converted to SU to an aftermarket, pressure unknown. I know
this could be an issue, I am picking up a pressure regulator tomorrow
before I retrieve my car from the Safeway parking lot I was towed to.
Now, the car was idling (more or less) for a good 40 minutes while I
learned to tune the thing (without a UniSyn, Moss sent me something
else--lesson learned). No problems. It was only after I started home
at speed (40-50mph) that I had issues.
Is this classic excessive fuel pressure symptoms, or am I looking at
more (stuck float, etc)?
I read the archives, but want to make sure I am not ruling out the
obvious. Besides, I have to give Ed opportunities to nail me for
something :)
Of course, when this happened, my cell phone was dead, and I had to
walk a 1/4 mile (in 6 inches of crusty snow) to get to the closest
house. Up hill. After calling a friend to tow, she asked what it
was. "MG". Oh, what year? "1975". Ha! With a car like that she
says, I get no sympathy from her. When she found out it was red, I
had no chance. Expensive hobby these cars, but better than spending
my money on drugs I figure.
Oh, and I got pulled over while being towed. Always fun to explain
why I am 10 ft behind a truck with blinkenlights flashing, while
travelling on the shoulder of US 195 at 30 mph (at most). Especially
in Pullman, where a good deal of the population takes its drinking
very seriously (no, I wasn't).
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Aaron Whiteman - aaronw@wsu.edu - email with subject 'PGPKey' for pgpkey
RCW 19.190 notice: This address is located in Washington State.
My opinions are mine and do not reflect the views of the University.
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