|The point where Westly's tank runs dry|
The thick mark just right of center indicates about 10 gallons used of the 15.9 gallon capacity
Westly, making use of every one of his 68 ponies, was willing to charge up the grade at 60 mph, but I backed off to 55 to keep the oil temperature down to a reasonable 230 degrees f.
We didn't have tire chains, so followed a forest service road before the summit as far as the plow had gone, parked and hiked in a short way.
|The end of the road|
|Van Kid checks out a freshet|
|Time to hit the road|
|But first, a snack|
|Lots of mist comes up from the falls to obfuscate the lens|
After messing around with the filter, the engine still wouldn't start and the battery was beginning to weaken so I finally did call. The operator was very thorough and gave me a choice - either have fuel delivered, or a flat bed could come and take Westly to my choice of locations (including home - about 25 miles). I liked having these options, and chose the fuel. Within a few minutes, Doug from Ruby's Towing in Issaquah called and gave me the same options, adding that I could have fuel in 15 minutes, but the flat bed might not arrive for an hour or so. Van Kid was excited about riding in a tow truck, but again I chose the fuel.
|Ruby's delivers - Thanks Doug|
Now, this is unusual for me, but mind if I rant for just a minute? We were at the side of the freeway for over an hour with the flashers on , the back hatch up and the engine cover off. During that time among the thousands of cars and trucks that passed by in our direction were three vanagons, including one Syncro Westy with skis on top and no one stopped to offer any help. Sure, this time I had it under control and didn't really need more help, but what if I was stuck somewhere remote like Bummerville, CA? Would anyone stop to at least say "Hi, nice van - uhh...why is that big puddle of oil underneath?". Isn't that in the unwritten code of ownership? C'mon, where's the love, man? This served to strengthen my resolve to always help out another stranded Vanagon or classic air-cooled driving Sister or Brother.
See you on the road...