Hmm, maybe it's time for a new gas tank. About $170.
Larry Hoy, Denver, CO. USA
http://home.cwix.com/~larryhoy@cwix.com
1967 MGB Roadster, Vintage Racer
1969 MGB Roadster, Driver
1970 MGB Roadster, Fixer upper
1987 Jaguar XJ6 VDP, for the wife
"It's not how fast you go, it's how fast you go fast"
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> -----Original Message-----
> From: owner-mgs@autox.team.net [mailto:owner-mgs@autox.team.net]On
> Behalf Of Thomas I Perigrin
> Sent: Monday, October 26, 1998 10:48 AM
> To: mgs@autox.team.net
> Subject: Calooh, calaay, oh frabjus rummmm *sputter* *silence* oh oh
>
>
> Recap - Emma, 72 MGB, stored for 10 years, back on the road.
>
> Ah, the MG experience! Driving through Appalachia as the leaves turn
> color. Cornering with the top down, the wind nipping my ears. Smoothly
> shifting up and down, and listening to the lovely sound of my engine as I
> motor along in sheer bliss. *Cough* Whats this? My car has a "cough"?
> *cough cough* I'm losing power! *cough cough ungh umph errr* The
> crushing sound of silence...
>
> I coast over into a driveway, knock on the door to apologize for presuming,
> and then lift the hood. Nothing awful to be seen... I look, poke, prod,
> feel, and then sit back in the drivers seat to ponder. And as I ponder, I
> turn the key to "on", and I hear silence. No *tick tick* as the fuel pump
> pressurizes the line. So, I pull the line off of the fuel filter, and turn
> the key. No fuel...
>
> Out with the spanners, wiggle under the rear, and disconnect the fuel line
> inlet to the pump. Attach a length of 1/4" tubing, and blow. WOW! Thats
> plugged! Finally, it blows clear, and I drop the level of the hose to
> start the flow. The fuel is dark brown with rust and stuff...
>
> But I had drained the tank, and half filled it, and sloshed the car back
> and forth as hard as I could, and did that several times until it ran
> clear! Oh well, think on it later... Problem solved, I reconnected the
> fuel line, and got back on the road.
>
> AH, the MG experience! Smoothly cornering, wind in my hair, listening to
> the soft purr of the engine... listening to the ... awful, terrible, sudden
> silence.
>
> Under the tail, again. Two miles closer to home. Under the tail, again.
> Finally, I make it home.
>
> AH, the MG experience. *rueful grin*
>
> So, the question is this... what do I do now? Do I drain the tank, slosh,
> drain, slosh, drain, and hope? Or do I pull the tank, clean it, use acids,
> use solvents, steam, etc? Or what?
>
>
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>
> A .sig is static My life is dynamic. I can't think of a single
> quote or witty saying that expresses the mercurial nature of the changes in
> my life. The only constants in my life are stress, my loving wife, and
> the weekly hairball my cat leaves on the carpet.
>
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