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Back on The Road

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Great Plains State Park
Oklahoma

Well, we rattled our way up across the Oklahoma line from the extreme comfort of San Antonio. Overall, The Rover ran well and cruised along at 55-60 mph without a hitch until around 2pm.

It really was a beautiful day, with the skies a clear, cloud-free blue and the Texas countryside a bright green. Then the thermometer rose into the upper 80’s and the temperature gauge started to show initial signs of red.

By 2pm, it was 90. When I entered Frederick, OK it was 94, and the temp gauge was hitting 210-215 degrees. Not at all what I was hoping to see. I stopped in some Podunk town here in OK for gas, and not even the electric fuel pump could overcome the vapor lock, so I coasted into a Dollar General parking lot to cool off the motor. Leaving the electric fan running solo, I was good to go within 20 minutes. Then the throttle came loose, causing it to stick and rev the engine, but with some elaborate footwork I managed to work around that since I was only 20 miles from a cold beer and a camping spot. Not torching the fact that the engine was as hot as Hades.

The good news of the day: I filled up three times, and the mileage went up from 14.64, 15.55, and finally to 17.03 mpg. At the moment, I am dubious of the final number, but moderately encouraged none the less.

Upon arrival, I basically pulled into the first open site away from all people that I found, even though I knew this was an RV site. The host showed up to collect the fine when I was working on tightening the throttle bolt that came loose. Why does the damn thing have to be under the steering box housing? At any rate, I pleaded ignorance about being in an RV site, and the guy allowed me to stay for the tent site price. Nice guy, and he liked the Rover, although he initially thought I was from Australia. He also had a great time fishing Alaska, and that may have helped out too. He said the lake I’m camped next to has walleye, and that got my attention, but I’ll be leaving early in the a.m. to try to beat some of the heat. 100 degs
is more than likely for the next two days. Oddly enough, The Rover handles -40 much better than +100.

All the fluids have been checked, dinner has been grilled, and I’ve finished my second beer. Time to attempt to post this and then climb up into the tent to look at the maps.

Cheers


Oxford & Cambridge Part II

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Texas and Alaska would be well represented.


Slightly frustrating…

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The Rover is back together and we took it for a test run on Sunday. There were no leaks, and the engine temp stayed at the appropriate level, so the combination of the additional shroud and the new water pump seemed to solve the over heating issue.

When I drove The Rover down to San Antonio a year ago, I encountered a fuel supply problem. The engine acted as if it were starved for fuel. I ended up just using the backup electric fuel pump to finish the drive.
I expected this issue to be easily resolved, and had a new mechanical pump sent to SA along with the new h2o pump. Unfortunately, the fuel pump has become the issue that lingers, as I still have the same fuel starvation problem.
The truck runs perfect with the electric pump, and there is a steady flow of fuel through the line. We cranked the motor with the ignition off and only a trickle flowed with the mechanical pump. We actually saw an increase in fuel flow by manually working the fuel pump. I’ve refitted the pump to make sure the pump arm was fitted properly in the block, but with the same results. These are the most basic of pumps, yet I am stymied.

Frustrating.


Oil Leaks, Thumping Propeller Shafts, and Dark High Beams

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Back with The Rover in San Antonio. I knew months ago, way back in California when I last had the 4WD engaged, that the front propeller shaft was in need of a set of new u-joints. Mac had also mentioned that the front seal had developed an oil leak. Both were on the agenda to get repaired before driving north in the round-about direction of Alaska.

With The Rover still taking up space in the Expedition’s Sponsor’s shop, tools & Rover expertise were bound to be exploited. The drive shaft was the first to come off, followed by the removal of the water pump & front cover. The guys at the shop simply shook their heads and questioned my sanity at the quick explosion of Rover parts. I don’t even want to get into the reason for the welder…

As seen in the picture of the lower pulley, the groove in the shaft caused the leak in the front seal. The first wave of parts arrived late Wednesday, so today saw the refit of the new front seal, front cover and a new water pump. Yesterday saw the refit of a new fuel pump & the disassembly of the front propeller shaft. The shaft was more of a challenge than either Mac or I had suspected. No doubt due to the fact that everything previous had gone smoothly. Rovers First Law.

The propeller shaft was also reassembled today, with only a minor hitch to contend with. A press is a damn nice thing to have around.

Parts Wave #2 is due Friday-Monday, and Wave #3 is due Monday-Tuesday. The final wave, in theory, should allow The Rover to have high beams once again. I think I lost them somewhere in Kansas long ago.

As crazy as it sounds, this has been a very relaxing stress-free vacation so far. San Antonio is wonderful when it is not 100 degs.

Oh yeah: I wanted to take the dog from the propane place home with me this afternoon, and then tonight I wanted to feed another dog to the coyotes.

Yin. Yang.


16,130

That is the final tally for Leg I.

16,130 miles. 3 countries. 2 Canadian provinces and 1 territory. 15 U.S. states. 15 Mexican states. 2 bribes.

The Rover is now sitting peacefully, with its Bosch starter, in San Antonio, Texas waiting for me to make enough money to start Leg II of the Pan-American.


San Antonio Missions

The entire Greer clan took me on a tour of the San Antonio Missions prior to my departure for Alaska. There’s an incredible history to San Antonio, which is so different from the relative newness of recorded history in Interior Alaska.


Dalhart, TX

It was a short run on Sunday in the heat and battling the wind. The Rover was getting hot, I was getting hot, my right foot was way past hot, so I pulled over for a much needed shower and AC.
Then the wind picked up. I couldn’t believe it was going to blow harder. I crawled under The Rover to check ALL fluids, and had a full gallon of gear lube knocked over by the wind. When I opened the driver’s door, items flew out the rear end. Insanity.

Still windy today, but the temps dropped 20 degrees and The Rover ran fine. No over heating problems, no vapor lock, and I was able to drive until sunset.

Getting psyched for hockey.


Texas Wildlife


Thank You

I was reminded last night about how I started off this blog in the first place: “It’s the journey that matters, not the destination.” I’ve been pretty good about keeping that in mind, although there was a time after the second set of front wheel cylinders, and the brakes were bled, when a hose burst and I may have dropped into a minor depression. Luckily, there was a bottle of scotch to lean on that evening. Other than that moment, I’ve handled the stay in San Antonio well.

It was easy to do.

You never know who you are going to meet when you are traveling down the road, and I have always been extremely lucky in that regard. That luck more than held up in San Antonio. I owe an enormous THANK YOU to Mac, Karla, Gretchen and Mae. Thank you for the warm hospitality, the wonderful dinners, Benjamin Tacos, the bed with my protectors, access to the shop with its vault of Rover parts, the Christmas Eve party complete with carols, that beautiful scotch, but most of all, thank you for the friendship. You were all trip savers; I appreciate all that you did in getting The Rover & I back on the road.
If I think of a name for her, you all will be the first to know.
All my best,
Mike


Feliz Navidad

Merry Christmas from Texas, although I couldn’t resist uploading a picture from a Fairbanks Winter Solstice.