Â I called around to all the parts stores in town, and found a fuel pump for $280. Then I bargained them down to $220. Van dwelling lesson: always ask for discounts. Then flirt a little and ask again.
The parts people recommended a mobile mechanic. I called him and he said he’d change it for $100. That’s $150 less than NAPA!
So this morning a very nice woman from the desert and I both got up super early (she’s on stripper schedule too), and drove into town to meet the mechanic. He showed up with a big flatbed trailer and rescued Helga from the NAPA parking lot and took her to the parts store. I got the part and he dropped the tank and changed the pump in the parking lot while Bro played with his sweet Aussie pup.
I was suprised how easy it was. It’s literally four bolts and a couple o-rings. Gas and potential explosions have always made me nervous, but now I feel really wimpy, because I definitely could have done that myself. Next time I will.
If there is a next time. I think I’m gonna try the Alcan one more time with Helga, and probably get a different van sometime this summer.
Bro is fine, for the people that asked. He’s probably the happiest he’s ever been, running around at our friends place. First kids and nice people threw balls for him all weekend, until he was really sore. Then they left, and now he mostly just follows me around and lays in the shade and tries to get people to throw balls. I’m still giving him some herbal antibiotics, just in case, and I’ll probably keep it up for another week or so just to give things a really good long chance to heal up around the fox tail, if there is a fox tail up there (which I’m starting to think there’s not).