Sep 17, 2007 20:25
My good friend, Kevin (yes, the same Kevin I keep trying to run away from but I keep crawling back to), came over last night about 9pm and we started in on the fuel filter. We pushed it up on ramps and Kevin worked on it from the bottom while I assisted from above. My tiny hands and skinny arms definitely proved their worth here. Five hours later, and a run to work for more tools, it was changed. Kevin is feeling the hate, but none of the love so far of this love/hate relationship. I told him to just wait until it was on the road. He's not convinced yet. lol
While the filter was off, he had me try to start it and there was NO fuel coming through, so it's definitely the pump. Toyota redeemed themselves slightly in his eyes with the handy-dandy drain plug on the fuel tank and we also found the sending unit through the hatch... unfortunately the sending unit is completely covered in rust.
I hope I never have to change the fuel filter ever again. Ever.
I do have a victory to share. For about a year or two before I parked it, I couldn't get the gas door open and the hatch was becoming increasingly hard to open as well. I was one of those people who had to drive down the road with their gas door flapping... sort of made me feel like I was running around with my top off or something. The other day, I sprayed the pin inside the gas door with WD-40 and it seemed to be better, so I shut the door. It wouldn't open with the lever, so yesterday afternoon, I took apart the panels in the hatch. Not only did I get it open by worming my arm through the hole, I FIXED it completely!! WD-40 is my friend. I also got the hatch door to work again too. It didn't get the car running, but it made me feel better anyway.