NCMax
03-07-2004, 04:57 PM
Damn, the friggin' fuel gauge on my DMax is optimistic.
The Low Warning light came on late last night as I returned from a trip to Florida. I was tired, and at 2 a.m. there aren't any fuel stations open on the way to the house, so I figured I'd go ahead and unload the truck, get some rest and top it off in the morning... I probably drove it 10 miles with the light on.
I never made it.
I got one block from my favorite fuel station, which is about a mile from the house, when she quit - right in the middle of one of the busiest intersections in town. Not good...
A young damsel came to my distress, and offered to get me a five-gallon can of diesel fuel (she trains horses as I found later, and she knows diesels). So while she was out buying a fuel container and filling it with diesel, I was directing traffic. Some people can be so rude...
She came back, I poured the fuel into the tank, opened the screw on top of the fuel filter, pumped the primer about 10 times and she started right up. Not sure if it's supposed to happen this way, but as I was pumping the primer, fuel began squirting out all over the filter and the left side of the engine... a real mess.
Come to find out the young lass is a single mom going through a messy separation - so I gave her what I figured I would have had to pay a tow truck. And a hug..
Some people are really cool...
Moral: Don't trust your fuel gauge - I'll never let it get below a quarter tank again - and that's a promise.
By the way, who sells a metal replacement screw for the top of the fuel filter? I had to use a small screwdrive that I happened to have in the truck, and I boogered up the plastic one.
Thanks,
Chris in NC
The Low Warning light came on late last night as I returned from a trip to Florida. I was tired, and at 2 a.m. there aren't any fuel stations open on the way to the house, so I figured I'd go ahead and unload the truck, get some rest and top it off in the morning... I probably drove it 10 miles with the light on.
I never made it.
I got one block from my favorite fuel station, which is about a mile from the house, when she quit - right in the middle of one of the busiest intersections in town. Not good...
A young damsel came to my distress, and offered to get me a five-gallon can of diesel fuel (she trains horses as I found later, and she knows diesels). So while she was out buying a fuel container and filling it with diesel, I was directing traffic. Some people can be so rude...
She came back, I poured the fuel into the tank, opened the screw on top of the fuel filter, pumped the primer about 10 times and she started right up. Not sure if it's supposed to happen this way, but as I was pumping the primer, fuel began squirting out all over the filter and the left side of the engine... a real mess.
Come to find out the young lass is a single mom going through a messy separation - so I gave her what I figured I would have had to pay a tow truck. And a hug..
Some people are really cool...
Moral: Don't trust your fuel gauge - I'll never let it get below a quarter tank again - and that's a promise.
By the way, who sells a metal replacement screw for the top of the fuel filter? I had to use a small screwdrive that I happened to have in the truck, and I boogered up the plastic one.
Thanks,
Chris in NC