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Originally Posted by pshrynk
Didn't you just go for two weeks in the Love Shack?  |
No, he couldn't get it out and working...
... from the driveway. Thank heavens it broke down and we ended up in a motel! He and the neighborhood guys tore out the fuel system, flushed and cleaned everything out (wasted 70+ gallons of gas), put a new fuel filter into it, put it back together, and 10 hrs later we re-boarded the vessel. It got about a mile that time, all the way to the hardware store, before dying again. Now the guys think some of the fuel tank garbage is in the carburator, seeing as how the gas tank is all shiny and clean. I was just happy not to be living in it!
I think it is trying to destroy our marriage and kill me. We never fight, but there were 2 doozies that day! So after we got back, he cranked it up, and it purred like a kitten. If I had gotten into it, it would have either run me over as I was climbing in, or else jumped and slammed me off the tiny toilet or something. It is trying to kill me.