Pat picked me up at the Best Western at 9 o’clock and by 11 o’clock we had the new voltage regulator in the car and working fine. All ready to go–except the fuel regulator was still geysering gasoline onto the windshield.
More fiddling. More trash in the lines. How could this be? I replace all but three feet of fuel line. I dropped the fuel tank, had it cleaned by Southern Armature, and the carburetors were rebuilt. Maybe I got bad gas in Philly (and I’m not talking from the cheesesteak)?
Yet trash was everywhere. In the carbs. In the filter. In the regulator. In the new fuel pump. It seemed every time we got one item running correctly, small reddish stuff would gum up another part. Then it dawned on me: Southern Armature had coated the inside of the fuel tank with a rubber-like epoxy to “seal” the tank.
Maybe this stuff was coming off and gumming up the works. Pat’s place isn’t equipped to drain and drop the tank, so as the hours wore on today, we kept vascilating between fixing the regulator and the fuel pump.
In the meantime, my friend David with Brougham 615, offered to lend me his spare fuel tank. (Thanks David!).
The good news is that the battery is charging.
Back on the Road in Jersey
The Brougham finally held together for more than 30 seconds (thanks, Pat!) and I was off to New York City. The great thing about New Jersey is the fact that nobody pumps their own gas. What could be more annoying than looking good, dressed in a clean suit, wearing your best duds, and then pumping fresh petroleum all over your pant leg.
Not exactly the scent that women swoon for.
