Well, we made it to our overnight stop in Littlefield, Arizona. Thought I heard another whistling sound near the end, we'll check in the morning. Here's hoping...
Saturday, August 26, 2006
We made it
Well, we made it to our overnight stop in Littlefield, Arizona. Thought I heard another whistling sound near the end, we'll check in the morning. Here's hoping...
A delayed launch, and immediate problems.
Launch was delayed 30 minutes for last-minute preparations. When all was
in order, we launched. 3,153 miles on the odometer, a full tank of #2
diesel, and cold water bottles on the dash, off we went.
For a whopping 65 miles.
The dreaded Limp Home Mode (LHM) struck before we were even out of Los
Angeles County. After reading and reading about it, it happened to us.
What happened? On the long 14 climb out of Santa Clarita towards
Lancaster, we suddenly heard a a loud whooshing sound. It would come and
go, usually when I expected the turbo to be kicking in. Watching the
scangauge, I noticed the boost dropping. And then it just quit. Zero
boost. Zero warning lights on the panel. If it weren't for the
scangauge, I would only have noticed a big lack of power on the hills.
We limped in to a Lowes parking lot, where I realized I'd left the 6mm 12
point sockets at home. Lowe's had them. And screwdrivers. And sodas.
And the chekout girl who let me know she got off work at 7 after I went
through the aisle for the 3rd time.
The install went smooth, the turbo resonator had a visible separation at
the seam.
2 hours delayed, we continued on. We're passing through Vegas, hope to
still make the planned evening stop. It has been much mre nerve-wracking
for the rest of the trip today, watching inlet air temps as we climbed
the 15. But no more problems, yet.
Except I left my cell phone at home...
in order, we launched. 3,153 miles on the odometer, a full tank of #2
diesel, and cold water bottles on the dash, off we went.
For a whopping 65 miles.
The dreaded Limp Home Mode (LHM) struck before we were even out of Los
Angeles County. After reading and reading about it, it happened to us.
What happened? On the long 14 climb out of Santa Clarita towards
Lancaster, we suddenly heard a a loud whooshing sound. It would come and
go, usually when I expected the turbo to be kicking in. Watching the
scangauge, I noticed the boost dropping. And then it just quit. Zero
boost. Zero warning lights on the panel. If it weren't for the
scangauge, I would only have noticed a big lack of power on the hills.
We limped in to a Lowes parking lot, where I realized I'd left the 6mm 12
point sockets at home. Lowe's had them. And screwdrivers. And sodas.
And the chekout girl who let me know she got off work at 7 after I went
through the aisle for the 3rd time.
The install went smooth, the turbo resonator had a visible separation at
the seam.
2 hours delayed, we continued on. We're passing through Vegas, hope to
still make the planned evening stop. It has been much mre nerve-wracking
for the rest of the trip today, watching inlet air temps as we climbed
the 15. But no more problems, yet.
Except I left my cell phone at home...
Thursday, August 24, 2006
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It's T-2 and counting. Open comments are turned off to discourage spammers. Want to comment? Email us and we will add you. Only last-minute packing left...
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
whoops
Okay, first rule has been learned already. Never, ever, type anything like, "nothing can go wrong". Mere seconds after I typed that, blood-curdling screams erupted from the living room. I thought it might just be the Angels losing another game, but this time it was serious. Miles managed to stick a piece of wire from a hook completely through his finger. Blood, chaos, the works.
All is now calm with Miles. Sara still needs chocolate to calm down, and I think I'll have a double scotch.
T minus 3 and counting. Pray for no more fires before Saturday...
T minus 3 and counting
The launch window nears for the great travel odyssey. Thank God this blog has a spell-check. This will be a month of firsts for us
Nothing can go wrong now. Saturday, 0900 is liftoff. All systems are go, the final tank of propane was filled just this afternoon. Bags are packed, fish are fed, nothing can go wrong.
- First long cross-country trip as a family
- First time playing with a blog
- First time Sara's driven anything larger than a minivan
Nothing can go wrong now. Saturday, 0900 is liftoff. All systems are go, the final tank of propane was filled just this afternoon. Bags are packed, fish are fed, nothing can go wrong.
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