I finally got around to dealing with the fuel pump on the Bronco yesterday.
After waiting on hold for a total of 18 minutes, I finally got through to the good people at NAPA to make sure they had one in stock again, I girded my loins, gathered up some tools and crawled back under the bastard.
Amazingly enough, after fighting the bastard for an hour the first time, having finally figured out what tools I actually needed, how to get at everything, how to snake the bastard over the driveline and the correct combinations of Ford specific curse words, I got the damn thing out in about ten minutes.
Off to NAPA where I amazingly enough got to talk to the manager who I had been talking to on the phone about it, fifteen minutes later I walked back out of there with a new fuel pump at no charge.
Of course going back in was another story but I did do something a little different before I tackled that.
The first one didn’t seem to want to prime up and pull fuel worth a shit after I got it in.
I cycled the key at least a dozen times and finally opened the throttle all the way up before it would start.
This time, I poured a little 3 in One oil in the back of the damn thing. I figured it would help keep the unit lubricated while it was spinning and help prime the bitch. Worked like a charm. The fourth time I flipped the key on I heard it load up and it started right up.
Just to tempt fate, I took it out and did some running around and didn’t seem to have any problems with that issue again.
I did make damn sure to inform the wife to keep her phone handy and actually answer the fucking thing, just in case.
I went down to BI Mart and picked up a bunch of shit I was out of out in the garage.
Marvels Mystery Oil, WD-40, a gallon of that Purple cleaner shit I have been wanting to try and some STP oil treatment. There was some other crap but it escapes me at the moment. Either way it was $85 to escape to the front door.
Then I went across the street to an outfit called Ducks. They are kind of like a local Harbor Freight in that that they sell cheap Chinesium crap tools (Of course I watch Uncle Bumblefuck’s videos!) and things. I was looking for a cheap pin punch set. Most of mine have either gotten bent, broken or ground down and repurposed.
Out of all the shit they have in that joint, they didn’t have a set of punches.
They sold some individually but they were Thexton’s and by the time I bought those one at a time I could have bought four complete sets of them at Harbor Freight so I just bit the bullet and went over there.
Bigger than shit, they had one for $6. They wanted $5 for one punch at Ducks.
They also had a smoking deal on an 11 piece Chisel and punch set for $8.99 so I snagged that up too. It didn’t have the smaller pin punches I was looking for but did have some nice tapered punches that I didn’t have.
Contrary to history and my natural tendencies to have a complete fucking run away inside that joint, I managed to escape with just those two items and not blow a hundred bucks.
I must be slipping.