The canyon on I15 at the UT/AZ border was mind boggingly beautiful to drive through - can't wait to go back there one day and will definitely have to shoot video through it!
(Pic by Jan)
Now as everyone on this forum surely knows, classic car ownership sometimes comes hand in hand with daily challenges... It's part of the joys of ownership! I say this with a smile on my face... Honestly if something doesn't break every once in a while then maybe the car's not being driven hard enough... lol...I want to emphasize that this could have just as well happened next week, next month, or next year - so I don't blame anyone. I have nothing but the utmost respect for the Eric and Ryan @ JDML and am soo so happy with the car I've bought from them.
So after "quickly" descending from about 5000ft elevation to 1500ft elevation and hitting the 100F heat of the Arizona desert we sprang a minor fuel leak... We had both come prepared with a bag of tools and supplies so it didn't really phase us... While I did some repairs, Jan took some more sweet pics:
We then packed it all up and Jan took more pics before we headed back out
Now right as Jan took this pic, he quickly saw that I had accidentally made it worse!
You can't see it in the pic, but there's a rapidly expanding puddle under the car...
What I did wrong was to take the tank vent line and mistakenly run it through a spare tire well grommet so it would vent under the car...
What I didn't realize at the time (head thick with fumes probably...) was that I had unknowingly created a siphon effect.
With the fuel pump on, and the car idling, the tank was basically draining itself through this hose! oooops - my bad!
Even in mid-repair we still took the time to take more pics... Look at that reflection line!
We fixed it again - this time correctly and were on our way again - no harm, no foul...
Stop for more sweet pics on the way to local gas station to re-fill:
(Pics by Jan)
This is on the California border at Whiskey Pete's gas station.
It was late but we kept right on truckin through to LAX airport parking where I dropped Jan off, and then I headed home.
I arrived on my street at about 2:30am and coasted to a stop in front of the house.
The red car's loud, especially at 2:30am, and I like most of my neighbors, so I parked it on the street (crazy, right?) and went to bed...
Big finale next...