Thursday, September 14, 2023 - And it started right up . . . . 

Here we are.  In Roanoke, Virginia.  Camped in the parking lot of the Cummins Dealer. All hooked up and now blogging.  Gee, ain't life grand!

Well, only sorta.  We pulled in about noon-ish and checked in a confirmed our appointment for tomorrow.  Then the service manager asked to hear the "banging" noise the generator was making when it was trying to start.

No noise.  The genny started right up.  And ran just fine for the last 4 hours or so.

So we are now connected to "shore" power, a term stolen from the boating industry, and we will stay overnight and have the Cummins tech check the genny tomorrow and try to find ANY reason for it refusing to run while we are driving, and/or why it was refusing to start after stopping, and/or what caused the loud banging noise when it was failing to start after stopping.  Oh yeah, to and also install four good bolts in the exhaust manifold to replace the undersize ones I installed when the exhaust pipe fell off.  And may be replace the exhaust pipe stringers.

In the meantime, since the service manager said that the aftermarket fuel pumps like the one I bought from Amazon maaaaay not be soooooo goooood as the reeeaaal Cummins fuel pumps because the real ones provide a very precise amount of fuel pressure, and the "fake" ones may be serving up tooooooo much pressure and causing the carburetor to flood.  However, and unfortunately, they don't have any REAL Cummins pumps in stock because they are backordered while Cummins tries to find a new manufacturer who can meet their specs.  So, if the problem is the NEW gas pump that Greg and I installed, we're screwed.

Or maybe not.  

When I told MS. Shawn that bit of shaky news she went online and found A REAL, BRAND NEW CUMMINS FUEL PUMP of the exact precise perfect match for the model, serial number, and style of our genny and she bought it, and it is being shipped to her brother's house and we will have it in a couple of days.

So, if the genny fails again, she and I will be able to install the new, real fuel pump to see if it makes any difference.  Or not.  And worse scenario is I end up with a spare fuel pump to sell with the rig when we get back to Phoenix.

Other than that, everything is peachy-keen wonderful.

Oh, wait a minute, no it's not.  The &^%$# Tire Pressure Monitoring System is still giving me fits.  Relocating it didn't help at all.  Tomorrow I will buy 8 new batteries (CR1632's) and see if they can beef up the signal level of the individual tire sender units.  If it still bugs me, I will emulate the not-late Mason Williams, (composer of "Classical Gas") and do a road test similar to the one he wrote about in his book, "Royal Road Test."

Later,

Rusty Pistons






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