Short story about my 87 tbi-The other day we had a big birthday bash for Bella, our 5 yr old granddaughter. after the party, my daughter ( WHO'S SINGLE ) had to return the tables & chairs back to the local Baptist church. So I loaded them up for her and went up to the house. Ten minutes later she comes in the house, "Daddy, the truck won't start!" Getting ready to go away, I had to wait til the next day to unload everything and reload it all into my newer truck. Now boys, those 8 ft long compressed board tables got heavy. I'm not a real big guy.. so anyway, after an hour of troubleshooting and stuff I hadn't come up with anything, and getting short tempered, I got back into the driver's seat to see (DUH) if the truck would start when I switched the fuel tank to the 2nd tank. Varoom- it started right up.. so I cut it off,switched back to the 1st tank and started it again- Varoom, it started right up.
I figured out that my granddaughter ,birthday girl, had bumped the fuel selector switch when she got in the truck and the switch was halfway between the left and right tanks- so nether would receive a signal to start its pump. I never noticed the halfway- made position of the switch, so it worked when I pushed to the correct position. Just goes to show ya- I ain't getting any smarter.
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