On our way to the rallycross, we were on the I-15 when I smelled gas. A lot of gas… “Is that us?” I asked aloud. We passed a slow moving tow truck with a wreck on it and the smell dissipated. “Oh, okay. Not us…” We pulled off for the Glen Helen exit and the smell came back. “Okay - that’s us. What’s the deal?” I pulled over and hopped out. When I came around the back of the car I heard a hissing noise from the gas cap. Slowly twisting the gas cap I released what might have been 40psi of pressure. A really, really hot day. Full tank of gas. These things happen right? Later I think of the new aluminum plates reflecting all of the exhaust heat back into the floor. The same floor the brake and gas lines are attached to.
Last night I took the rallycar out to PepBoys and a date with the high pressure car wash. I picked up some essentials. Some new hose for the PCV, new wipers, spare belts, etc. I dropped 5 bucks in the ’scrubadub’ and hosed the cement from the rallycross off. I headed home.
Less then a mile from the house, I’m coming up to a stop sign - heel toe downshift to 2nd. ‘RRRevvvvvv… stall. coast.’ I turn her off to the right and try starting again. No go. “hrmmm.” Open the hood. Check all the obvious stuff. Hop back in - cranking - not starting. I stop and turn the key off. I listen close for the ‘whirr’ of the fuel pump. I click the key forward. Nothing… No sound from the fuel pump. Bingo!
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