Here's a photo of the old hose, the new hose, the new clamps, and the bottle of Napakool.
I went to Napa today. The owner said, "what do you need?" I said I need a hose. He said " just come on back there and look around."
I said, " I was hoping you would say that." He lent me a tape measure. I had made a diagram of the hose with it's measurements.
At first, I was unimpressed with the selection of hoses on the rack, but the third choice yielded what I thought would be the perfect hose.
It already had a 90 degree bend in it. Also, it had a spring inside to hold the hose from kinking.
I knew it was too long, but I knew I could cut it to the proper size. Also, I knew that once it was cut to the proper length, the spring would be compressed, thereby providing an even stronger force against kinking.
It took three tries at cutting the length at each end.
It was difficult to mount the hose. I was concerned that I would kink it by trying to install it.
After determining the proper length, it took three attempts to install it.
After the second unsuccessful attempt, I went into the bus and sat down and drank a beer and smoked a cigarette.
It was getting dark soon. The feeling of being despondent was creeping in.
So, I summoned the energy from the good vibes I have been receiving from my friends, and realized that I can not let them down.
I said to myself, " I am going out there, and I WILL get that hose on ."
With determination and surgical strength I got the hose installed.
I was so happy that I went in the bus and cranked a CD of the Nashville Mandolin Ensemble real loud.
Then I filled up the radiator with the fluid I had captured into gallon jugs.
I started the engine and checked for leaks. No leaks. The beautiful thing is that, now the hose has a beautiful smooth bend and no kinks.
I don't know why I am so excited about this project. You would think that the fuel pump project would have made me happier.