We have been working on our fuel issues since we left the Chesapeake. Port fuel tank isn't working, blah, blah, blah. We have spent hundred of dollars and several hours of labor changing fuel lines, having fuel polished, and still no resolve. We took a deep breath and were ready to face the challenge once again. We moved our mattress (because of course the tank is under our bunk) and were looking to see what parts we would have to replace (more hundreds of dollars.) We have to get this fixed because the last thing you want to have happen is for the engine to quit when you are in a precarious position - like going through the narrow bridge in St Maarten or traversing a reef with a lee shore.
Baxter looked into the fuel pickup tube and thought he saw something stuck inside. No, it couldn't be that easy, it's NEVER that easy. He hit the pickup a couple of times to see if he could knock it loose. Boom. There it was - laying in the top of our peanut butter jar….the culprit. The impediment to clean fuel. Any guesses??
A sweet little bumble bee…well preserved but a little greasy. Poor bugger died a miserable death.
We are relishing our cheap inexpensive repair before we actually switch tanks and try the port fuel tank but we're 90% sure this will solve the entire issue.
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| Pickup tube in left hand, bumble bee out - can you tell I'm so happy! |
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| Poor little guy. Who knows how long he was in there. Maybe diesel smells like flowers in the animal kingdom. |
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