Well happy shittin Friday the 13th to me, AGAIN!!!!
I'm not a superstitious man about anything EXCEPT for that dreaded day. Every damn year somthing or many things go wrong. To start yesterday off I was on my way to work and the radio in my truck just craps out deader than shit while I'm listening to Bob and Tom ( i get a real shitty mood if i don't start my day with some good laughs). Then I had to make these simple stainless steel parts that should have took my about a half an hour but noooooo they took me like 2 hours cause some stupid little thing kept throwing the measurement off which made me have to start all over and re-cut them. The rest of the day went so-so which started to make me really nervous. Remeber that episode of Married with Children about the Bundy curse? When a lot of good things happen in a row something REALLY bad is going to happen? Yep..... that's me.
I punch out, hop into my stereoless truck and head for questar gas to drop off my monthly payment and as I pull up to the drop box I smell gas, BAD. I thought " ah there's lots of trucks around here it's probably not mine". I get about halfway home and stop at a stop sign and I can still smell it, just fucking great. I get home, pull in my parking spot, and get out to shut the door, ( you know how you get out and grab the door it kinda causes your body to look back?), that's when I see the trail of liquid gold that probably traces my path ALL the way back to work. I haven't looked at the gas gage yet to see how much I lost cause I don't really feel like breaking down into tears. Do you have any idea how close I was to grabbing a roll of Bounty and a big jug and testing their actual worthiness???
Turned out to be the fuel pump. Oh i guess i should mention my truck is a 77 ford and the fuel pump is mounted to the engine block and when they fail they leak through a weep hole like a water pump does when it fails. I went and got the part and replaced it this morning so I guess all is not lost but son of a bitch what hairy day.