We loaded the trailer up and towed it to my house Tuesday night to pack up for the trip. Planned departure time was 12 noon on Wednesday. This was the first time the crew cab had been used with this trailer with any load on it at all. The 15 mile trip to the house was the test. It seemed a bit underpowered. I really didn't know what to expect. But for all intensive purposes it pulled OK. Good and stable.
Wednesday we left on schedule. We were due at my brother's house Wednesday night to sort of brake up the drive into two days. On the way to my brother's house the trip was uneventful. Other than not getting specific enough with the GPS everything was fine.
Thursday morning we set out at approx. 5 a.m. About 2 hours into the drive we ran into our first of many issues to come.
Now at this time we were on flat Nebraska ground and dropping MPH and couldn't get the rpm's up to hold 4th gear in the NV4500. As each mile passed we lost more power. At this point it seemed like a timing issue. No advance or whatever it just had that feel. In my head I took some inventory of what we had along for parts and tools and what could be done to discover the problem. We pulled off an exit and on the side of the ramp I swapped the HEI with one we had along for the blazer for a "Just in case the Injection goes to hell scenario."
After the swap it was worse. We rode it out for another 15-20 minutes to see what would happen. Going maybe 30 miles an hour at best. It was pretty slow going. A HEI Cap, rotor and coil swap back to the original wouldn't take long so I thought we'd pull over and try that. No change.
Next thing we could try and suggested by Stomper via telephone was a fuel filter swap. Just so happens, our vent tube breathers have the sintered bronze filters like carbs use. We stacked two of them together and swapped the carb filter for these and tried it. No dice..... Bypassed the inline filter on the frame rail..... Nada.... but we did notice this time when we fired things back up the fuel pressure did nothing, then came up a little... then a little more but not as high as it needed too. Played around with the regulator and couldn't get the pressure up over 3lbs. Grabbed an old holley pump out of the parts stock and the bolt bucket and installed the fuel pump with a inline filter on the outside of the frame rail and made the plumbing connections. WALLAH! we had some power again and away we go.
Now we're finally making some good time. Kinda late in the game but we'll take it. Then we hit the 5000+ foot elevation and our power is zapped again and we putz our way along best we could. Somewhere in Colorado going up one of the mountain passes our voltage takes a header and drops to approx. 9 volts. I didn't have anything to test or make any repairs for this so we pressed on. Low voltages combined with thin air and things were pretty slow. Making some of the climbs in 2nd gear just creeping along.
We finally rolled into camp around 4:30 a.m. If you do the math we were either traveling or wrenching on the side of the road for approx. 25 hours. We crossed a time zone line in there somewhere. That's where that last hour comes from.
My kids impressed the hell out of me. My 7 year old, Konner, remained patient and self entertaining and just happy to be along for the trip. Maybe some what unaware of the potential trauma.
My 17 year old Jimmy, really shocked me. When we pulled over to the side, out the truck he went. Getting tools together and grabbing the parts. Making the wrenching I needed to do much quicker. All the while keeping an eye on his brother making sure he stayed safe and out of traffic. Can't be prouder.
Wednesday we left on schedule. We were due at my brother's house Wednesday night to sort of brake up the drive into two days. On the way to my brother's house the trip was uneventful. Other than not getting specific enough with the GPS everything was fine.
Thursday morning we set out at approx. 5 a.m. About 2 hours into the drive we ran into our first of many issues to come.
Now at this time we were on flat Nebraska ground and dropping MPH and couldn't get the rpm's up to hold 4th gear in the NV4500. As each mile passed we lost more power. At this point it seemed like a timing issue. No advance or whatever it just had that feel. In my head I took some inventory of what we had along for parts and tools and what could be done to discover the problem. We pulled off an exit and on the side of the ramp I swapped the HEI with one we had along for the blazer for a "Just in case the Injection goes to hell scenario."
After the swap it was worse. We rode it out for another 15-20 minutes to see what would happen. Going maybe 30 miles an hour at best. It was pretty slow going. A HEI Cap, rotor and coil swap back to the original wouldn't take long so I thought we'd pull over and try that. No change.
Next thing we could try and suggested by Stomper via telephone was a fuel filter swap. Just so happens, our vent tube breathers have the sintered bronze filters like carbs use. We stacked two of them together and swapped the carb filter for these and tried it. No dice..... Bypassed the inline filter on the frame rail..... Nada.... but we did notice this time when we fired things back up the fuel pressure did nothing, then came up a little... then a little more but not as high as it needed too. Played around with the regulator and couldn't get the pressure up over 3lbs. Grabbed an old holley pump out of the parts stock and the bolt bucket and installed the fuel pump with a inline filter on the outside of the frame rail and made the plumbing connections. WALLAH! we had some power again and away we go.
Now we're finally making some good time. Kinda late in the game but we'll take it. Then we hit the 5000+ foot elevation and our power is zapped again and we putz our way along best we could. Somewhere in Colorado going up one of the mountain passes our voltage takes a header and drops to approx. 9 volts. I didn't have anything to test or make any repairs for this so we pressed on. Low voltages combined with thin air and things were pretty slow. Making some of the climbs in 2nd gear just creeping along.
We finally rolled into camp around 4:30 a.m. If you do the math we were either traveling or wrenching on the side of the road for approx. 25 hours. We crossed a time zone line in there somewhere. That's where that last hour comes from.
My kids impressed the hell out of me. My 7 year old, Konner, remained patient and self entertaining and just happy to be along for the trip. Maybe some what unaware of the potential trauma.
My 17 year old Jimmy, really shocked me. When we pulled over to the side, out the truck he went. Getting tools together and grabbing the parts. Making the wrenching I needed to do much quicker. All the while keeping an eye on his brother making sure he stayed safe and out of traffic. Can't be prouder.
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