First up I want to say a big thank you to everyone at DatC - Lisa and I had a really great time there! Really great to put faces to names. EarlyBayers are a cracking bunch, eh
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Yesterday I was completely ready to throw in the towel. If someone had turned up with even a small wedge of cash in their hand they could have had her.
After sleeping on it (I'm still knackered today) I feel a little less down about things.
I think it was around 3pm when we left site. I promptly had an issue and had to pull up at the side of the road.
The cause was an empty fuel tank
but I should have had enough in there to make more than the 500 yards.
Managed to pootle it to the forecourt by pre-priming the carbs and keeping the revs up.
After we filled up we had a trouble free 150 miles or so back up north.
I was feeling a bit worse for wear (bit of heat/sun stroke I think) so pulled in to a service station for another break. Lay out in the back and fell asleep for a while.
That seemed to do the trick so hopped back in the van and barely made it off the slip road before the engine had trouble. We were going up hill and were fine until we hit about 50mph (according to my speedo) and then it started lumping and jumping along and ended up dying on me.
Cue fiddling about in the engine bay. The oil leak from the journey down seemed to be behaving (I had found the culprit before leaving and tightened it up as best as possible in the situation) and my levels and temperature were okay. I got it idling again and ******** the timing slightly which provided a slightly nicer engine note.
Trotted off again at a 50pmh average thanks to roadworks and continued another 15 or so miles when the problem started again. Because of the maintenance on the motorway there was no hard shoulder so much to the annoyance of the cars behind me (despite being on a fairly empty stretch of the M1) I slowed it down to 40ish and came off at the next junction. Got half way up the slip and pulled in to the hard shoulder.
I opened the engine bay and was confronted with smoke. Not loads of smoke, but enough to worry. Panic set in and I got Lisa out the van and grabbed both fire extinguishers. By the time I reached the back of the bus again the smoke was dissipating. I knelt on the floor behind the bus staring in to the engine bay, poised and ready.
Thankfully I didn't have to use anything and found that the source of the smoke was oil dripping on to J-tubes. Needless to say I wasn't risking a drive further.
Put our feet up and made a call to the insurers for a lift. This was at about 8pm, approximately 55 miles from home.
I won't bore you with the details but I didn't get home until 2:40am, knackered and thoroughly p****ed off.
Ultimately I think fuel [yet again] was a major culprit. I think those famous chocolate push rods meant I wasn't getting enough fuel and so when pushing it up a hill meant It was being starved. I'm done with mechanical fuel pumps and will be ordering an electric gizmo for the replacement motor. Also will be running heat exchangers on the next one which should help reduce the oil temperature.
Doubt I will be doing anything on the bus for a few weeks. Got a lot to clear at work before I have my surgery next week.
1 week today. By this time in the afternoon I they might just have finished! Looking forward to it, or rather, the result of it - should give me a new lease of life