More veggie oil zsores....

I should get 750 miles to my main tank that is the only one hardwired into the engine so I have to watch out for sunshine to charge my batteries and plan on pumping oil when the sun is shining brightly.

            So I’ve lost an hour crossing into Arizona and because I left the Bay with 150 miles already on my tank of veggie oil, I pull into the first rest stop so I can begin pumping while there’s still sun.

            Fuckin eh, my pump is dead. Really, dead. I shouldn’t be surprised as it ran for at least 8 hours a few days ago when I was pumping oil at about a gallon or two an hour.

            But I'm not worries as I do have the electric pump – that is the pump that runs on AC electricity – but no where to plug it into.

            I start calling around for Harbor Freights so I can purchase another DC pump (my first off-the-grid choice) – there are only hardware stores close to where I’m at and low and behold because I’ve lost an hour, they are closing before I can get there. And it will take too long to get to Phoenix tonight before 8pm so I head into Quartzite which is an rv haven and try to figure out where I can either find another DC pump to buy or plug in and use my electric pump. After stopping at a few places with no luck, I consider going to an rv park & seeing if I can plug in for an hour or so but then I see a Pilot truck stop that actually has an oil change & tire store for trucks.

            With my truck out of view, the nice young white male mechanic there, by himself, says he has no DC pump but points out an electric outlet on the side of his building, saying some guy was there all day charging his phone so he might as well allow me to plug in.

            I’m so excited – I pull out my electric pump and all my tools and connections I need to hook up to my veggie oil and fuckin eh, again, this pump refuses to suck oil – it comes on, stirs up a little oil in the hose, but that’s it.

I’m resigned to heading into Phoenix and buying yet another DC pump so I call it a night after driving to he rest stop near one of my favorite YMCA’s west of Phoenix so I can head there first thing in the morning. The whole time I was stuck in Rancho Cordova, and since I’ve been on the road, I haven’t exercised at the Y so I’m looking forward to a good night’s sleep and an early a.m. working out at the Y.