Sunday, November 14, 2004



Well, it seems that bleeding the high-pressure lines isn't an option after all. After the Halloween debacle, and all subsequent attempts to get ol' BK running failed, it turns out that all I had to do was bleed the high side. After an hour of fiddlin' it started up (sounded like a frieght train or old airplane engine.) I had to leave the injector on #6 open to make it happen and when the engine finally fired it was spitting fuel like nobody's business. I was afraid to turn the engine off so I put on my protective gear and dove under the hood with a wrench to close the line, engine firing all the time. I let it idle for about twenty minutes to make sure everything was stable and then Mandy and I bombed up and down the highway for an hour or so to make sure the battery charged and all the bubbles were out. When I started it Monday (I'm back-dating this post as I typically don't have time to update my blog when events occur) it only took a split-second to fire. Woo hoo! Now I'm going to take it in for certification and if they want to change the lines for the safety then so be it, I'm not going to do it. Too much hassle, too much spillage, too much stress (too damn cold, too.)

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