Well, the birthday weekend was going really well. Today was sunny and warm enought to do some stuff, so I decided to wash and wax the Moose Stang as a birthday present for it so to speak. I had driven it Friday to work, filled up about 15 miles from home, then went home, then to Union Bridge, then back home, a good bit of it in the rain. It sat all day Saturday, as the weather was cold and wet, like so many of my birthdays have been that I recal. After the wax job, I loaded up the family and we went off to Strasburg to do some bowling, then stopped in Quarryville to fly Graham's Air Hog, and knock a baseball around a little. The truck was running really great, and I'm tickled to death with the sound, and the way it drives. It's a lot of fun. We left the ball field and started for home, and about a mile from the field, I felt the tell tale sign of an air bubble. I glanced at the fuel gauge. Still a little over half a tank. Almost three quarters in fact. The air bubble was persisting and the throttle was getting a mind of it's own. Not a good thing I thought, and as I pulled up to the stop sign, I felt the power steering get hard as it shut down. CRAP! I was just about in the middle of an intersection, but by the grace of God I was able to turn the wheel and drift into a large residential driveway. The folks didn't seem to be home, or at least they were not comming out to harrass me. I got under the truck and listened to the fuel pump (thank God I put in an electric!) I could hear that it was sucking air, and not getting a good flow of fuel. I could only summize that the pickup tube had broken off, pretty high up, and now I was too low to get the fuel out. To make a long story short, I called a friend, and after putting 10 gallons of diesel in it, I got it started and got home. Now though, I have a full tank of fuel I'm going to have to drain and then drop the tank. Figures. It was the only part of the truck that I didn't touch for this whole project. 
