|out the passenger side while waiting|
We rolled out of the campground earlier than I really expected - around 10. After 3 days of late nights, music and dancing, I figured we'd sleep in later. Since the bus doesn't have much in terms of curtains right now, the morning sun got me up pretty early. So, after quick-charging our cell phones, slugging some coffee and grubbing some cold cereal, Ed (in Belle) and I (in Hapy) headed north through Coburn and onto I-5 North.
With my currently limited top-speed, Ed eventually grew impatient, passed and disappeared through my windscreen. Since he had a much longer drive over to the Oregon Coast before wheeling home, I totally expected him to split. It was shortly after we parted ways that things started to get interesting.
|out the windscreen while waiting|
My initial guess was proven accurate seconds after I opened the engine lid: the clear primary fuel filter I put between the tank and the stock filter was completely dry.
Hah. I jumped back into the driver seat and checked my milage, and I should have half a tank. Curious. So, I pulled the filler cap and waited for a break in traffic. When one arrived, I rocked the bus and put my ear to the filler hole: splash-splash. So... not fuel-less? So, the tank has foreign matter in it blocking the outlet. Drat! Not something I can fix roadside, so AAA gets the call.
|tucking him home|
So ends the adventure of attending Furthur. I did take a peek at the clear filter a few days after getting home and it had some fuel in it, further supporting the floaties-in-the-tank theory. Since the return, I've taken steps to fix this, and I'll post what those steps were next time around. As always, thanks for following along.