Veggie Oil
I am supposed to be in Jackson by noon today so I'm rushing!
I have burned my one tank of veggie oil already - tears - and so I have to pump the oil in my reserve tank into my permanent tank. I do that at the rest stop I have spent the nite at.
There is "security provided" here too at this rest stop, only there is a little, modern glass and brick square building the size of a large bathroom maybe. When I arrived last nite, a HUGE white man appeared to fill the entire room. I don't think he could turn around to see what was on either side or in back of him.
This morning he has been replaced by a woman of color who is his opposite, tiny, short, compact. I see a plug on the side of this little building but don't want to risk asking if I can plug in. I will have to depend on my solar, even tho it is overcast and foggy - with the mist turning to a sprinkling of frost on the grass.
I turn off my fridge and plug in my electric cord and start pumping. It takes about a little over an hour to pump the 55 gallons into my tank.
No one stops to ask me questions, comment on my truck, or even wave although many pass by in their huge pickup trucks with the 4 doors.
The security guard doesn't look my way either, so I just continue to pump away.
Everything takes longer then anticipated and by the time I'm finished, I have to rush. I start on the road and grrrr my veggie oil doesn't work. The gauge says I have no pressure... which means at least one filter is clogged.
Or it could mean it is too cold to run wvo. I run diesel for several miles and try the veggie oil again.
Again, the truck begins to stall so I have to face the fact I need to change my filter. I hope just one of them will do.
I find an exit that is on a slight decline, park, raise the hood, and get to work changing the filter. It takes only about 15 minutes and I am on the road again, this time running veggie oil! yeah!!!
I have burned my one tank of veggie oil already - tears - and so I have to pump the oil in my reserve tank into my permanent tank. I do that at the rest stop I have spent the nite at.
There is "security provided" here too at this rest stop, only there is a little, modern glass and brick square building the size of a large bathroom maybe. When I arrived last nite, a HUGE white man appeared to fill the entire room. I don't think he could turn around to see what was on either side or in back of him.
This morning he has been replaced by a woman of color who is his opposite, tiny, short, compact. I see a plug on the side of this little building but don't want to risk asking if I can plug in. I will have to depend on my solar, even tho it is overcast and foggy - with the mist turning to a sprinkling of frost on the grass.
I turn off my fridge and plug in my electric cord and start pumping. It takes about a little over an hour to pump the 55 gallons into my tank.
No one stops to ask me questions, comment on my truck, or even wave although many pass by in their huge pickup trucks with the 4 doors.
The security guard doesn't look my way either, so I just continue to pump away.
Everything takes longer then anticipated and by the time I'm finished, I have to rush. I start on the road and grrrr my veggie oil doesn't work. The gauge says I have no pressure... which means at least one filter is clogged.
Or it could mean it is too cold to run wvo. I run diesel for several miles and try the veggie oil again.
Again, the truck begins to stall so I have to face the fact I need to change my filter. I hope just one of them will do.
I find an exit that is on a slight decline, park, raise the hood, and get to work changing the filter. It takes only about 15 minutes and I am on the road again, this time running veggie oil! yeah!!!
posted by Xan @ 10:13 AM
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