08-19-2022, 04:45 PM
Saturday
While guzzling coffee and looking for tow outfit that can tow the coach without destroying it, and figuring out where to tow it to, I get a text from the shop in Grand Junction that the DDEC IV is ready.
Well, let’s pop over and get it. 400 miles later we are back in the coach with the new DDEC IV computer.
The engine cranks on first try. Woo Hoo !
It runs 10 seconds, starts to stumble, and dies. Oh NO !
Reprime the fuel filter, and the same thing happens.
Do this about ten times with the same result. After all I haven’t heard the engineers definition of insanity.
A local farmer, Derek Beagley, is the first person to stop in 3 days. He offers to lend me his pickup with a transfer tank to fill my tank. His idea is air is entering the system due to the extreme slide slope the coach is parked on. He also observes that MASSIVE air bubbles are entering the fuel filter bowl originating above the fuel inlet. HMMMMMMMMM.
I rig a direct hose from a partial 5 gallon jug of diesel to the fuel filter. It runs great, but uses fuel at an alarming rate, because the excess supply is going into the tank and not back into the jug. I try anyway because I am desperate to get the coach more than 1 inch off the white line. The fuel lasts long enough to get us to a crossover and head down the mountain. I am able to get two feet off the white line before it dies.
I did try a Jed Clampett fix and run a line from the fuel fill port and the inlet to the fuel. I did not have the proper fittings and hose on hand. What I had had small leaks. The engine would idle, but any speed increase would suck air and it would croak.
It’s almost dark, Rhonda’s sanity prevails, and we abandon ship for the third night.
While guzzling coffee and looking for tow outfit that can tow the coach without destroying it, and figuring out where to tow it to, I get a text from the shop in Grand Junction that the DDEC IV is ready.
Well, let’s pop over and get it. 400 miles later we are back in the coach with the new DDEC IV computer.
The engine cranks on first try. Woo Hoo !
It runs 10 seconds, starts to stumble, and dies. Oh NO !
Reprime the fuel filter, and the same thing happens.
Do this about ten times with the same result. After all I haven’t heard the engineers definition of insanity.
A local farmer, Derek Beagley, is the first person to stop in 3 days. He offers to lend me his pickup with a transfer tank to fill my tank. His idea is air is entering the system due to the extreme slide slope the coach is parked on. He also observes that MASSIVE air bubbles are entering the fuel filter bowl originating above the fuel inlet. HMMMMMMMMM.
I rig a direct hose from a partial 5 gallon jug of diesel to the fuel filter. It runs great, but uses fuel at an alarming rate, because the excess supply is going into the tank and not back into the jug. I try anyway because I am desperate to get the coach more than 1 inch off the white line. The fuel lasts long enough to get us to a crossover and head down the mountain. I am able to get two feet off the white line before it dies.
I did try a Jed Clampett fix and run a line from the fuel fill port and the inlet to the fuel. I did not have the proper fittings and hose on hand. What I had had small leaks. The engine would idle, but any speed increase would suck air and it would croak.
It’s almost dark, Rhonda’s sanity prevails, and we abandon ship for the third night.
Richard and Rhonda Entrekin
99 Newell, 512
Maverick Hybrid Toad
Inverness, FL (when we're home
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