Back in the kiddie raising days when heading out on a wild adventure, the morning of the departure Julie would grab frozen sausage biscuits and nuke them for everyone. They were quick and easy, we all kinda’ liked them, so no fuss breakfast. That turned into a family tradition. I woke up to sausage biscuits this morning.

Sigh..

What the heck? What could possibly be going wrong now? Of course I went from worried to massively stressed.

The engine troubles would come and go like the ignition was being switched on and off. This got me thinking that, with this heat? Maybe the coil was dying? It was probably over 75 years old. So we bought a coil and I swapped it out in the parking lot.

Didn’t help.

Possibly some sort of fuel issue then? Vapor-lock? Possibly the fuel pump is getting weak? The truck would go for awhile, I’d think “Maybe its ok..” And then it would act up again. I was thinking we should head home and Julie urged me to press on.

In Monroe, another 20-30 miles along, we found a NAPA auto parts store. I bought enough bits to cobble together an electric fuel pump setup. They actually carried a fuel pump for this engine, but it would take a day to get it. We didn’t want to wait so, carrying our kit of parts, we headed up highway 2 into the mountains. If it gets too bad, we’ll turn back.

We were headed to Adam’s place just past the summit to pick up the spare tire mount so I’d been keeping him updated on how far we’d come.

Adam met us on the road while we were cooling off the truck. He escorted us to his place.

At his place he gave me the spare tire mount along with a heat shield for my fuel pump. Thank you Adam!

Installing the spare tire mount was a bit tougher than I expected. We had to pull off the diver’s side running board to open up enough room to get it bolted on. By the time we had everything buttoned back up, it was dark.

Can’t believe we made it this far.