My day started out like any "normal" day in which I was completely lying to my wife to throw her off. I was trying to surprise her for her birthday so I had an entire plan that was going to start the moment I left for work. She didn't know I had taken the day off to surprise her but I had some stuff I needed to do before I let the cat out the bag (more on that in a moment). That morning, the boys wanted to go to school in the Ford. I
really didn't want to run errands in the Ford but couldn't explain my aversion to taking it so off I went...
From there, I dropped the kids at school and headed to the party store where I got the balloons I ordered. I dropped them at my parents house and they were going to sneak them into our house while we went to lunch.
As I was heading between my parents and home, this happened. I assumed the fuel pump was shot (see prior post) and didn't have time to diagnose it further. Sent the car to my shop that I use and had to confess to my wife that I was not at work and that she needed to come get me.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch. When I got a call from my mechanic (expecting "bad" news), he informed me that I had basically ran the car out of gas and on the hill I was on made the situation way worse. Good outcome - Bad fuel gauge. Time to go back to using mileage again...
The picture below is a random show we took the car to. We got there late and didn't really participate in the show itself but I'm always thankful to park where I can see the car.
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