Monday, January 11, 2016
Diesels can cause a pain in the side
(Sonny & I, at the Alamo, San Antonio.)
I haven’t been feeling like jumping fences or climbing trees
lately. Sonny was about ten years older than I. Back when I used to call Sonny and asked how he was, if he was good he would say ‘pretty good’. If he was lying and felt bad it was ‘Pretty good, pretty good.” He repeated for emphasis. I caught on pretty fast and it was a joke between us.
Me 'n Sonny in a camper on a hunting trip.
So this week I have been feeling ‘Pretty good, pretty good.’
(Sonny & I at Tom Sawyer's Fence in Missouri)
I do a lot of stuff about this motor home. I am no diesel mechanic but I am mechanically inclined, so I get by. Lately this sucker has put out too much Blue smoke. I knew there was only so much I could do, so I did it. I added a heavy ‘Lucas’ oil additive in case it was burning oil, I changed the fuel filters and water separator, ‘just in case’. I changed the BIG air filter also, hoping beyond hope that the air might be a problem, NADA.
I was under this beast trying to find the engine block heater. SOOOOOO I pulled a danged muscle in my side, high in the chest area, so it has been hard to breathe deep without that KNIFE in the side. Sometimes I don’t like getting old, but it is okay, considering the alternative.
Did I tell you we might not stay in Florida long this year? If I get the second Cochlear implant we will be back in NC in a few weeks. So if friend Hank is interested I will get him to look at it. Or take it to the Cummings place.
Oh yeah, one other thing. When WE pulled in to this park, a guy (Bob) walked over while I was in the process of pulling this muscle.
“Hey I noticed you have diesel problems. I think you have an ‘o’ ring blown on an injector, or the injector is bad. Start-er up.”
“You hear that clicking?” After he pointed it out, I did. “That is an injector. You shouldn’t hear it.” “Smell the raw fuel?” I really couldn’t, but I did not doubt him. “That shows the injector is squirting the diesel fuel in when the piston is going down, vs up.”
I acted like I knew what he was saying, and in a way I did, I do understand the engine. He said, “If you were going to be here long enough, we could fix that.”
As I type this, I am feeling better. I have ruled out heart attack, and pleurisy. (In my online diagnosis.)
The 1939 Ford Convertible. I just got an e-mail from Don. He saw one of these while out check his mail. ('39 my year, I was born January that year)