“Hey, got a minute?”  Scott to me.  I was lazily getting ready to take the kids to Pink Camp with Grandmom.  No rush.  No hurry.  No worries.  “Yup, what’s up?”  Scott, “Um… there’s fuel dripping out of the Chief onto your mom’s lawn.  We need to address it.”  To my credit, my first concern was my mom’s grass and how to avoid killing it.

I sent Grandmom and the kids to camp without me.  Then I did the first 2 things that I always do.  I wrote my Facebook SOS to the Grey Beards and I called my brother (who refuses to read the blog and doesn’t have a Facebook account).  While I was talking to him, Scott got under the RV and identified the source – a punctured fuel line.  He got all the specs.

We hopped in the Grey Man and hit NAPA within 2 minutes of closing.  The sales guy was openly less than impressed with our timing.  “What can I get you?” {yawn, eyeroll}.  Scott, “I need a fuel line for a P30.  It’s a 9.25 mm.”  (Honestly, I stopped listening so I’m not entirely sure what else he said.)  Sales guy, “Nope.  Doesn’t exist.” Embarrassed Scott, “Ummm.. that’s what the line said.”  Sales guy, “Nope.  It doesn’t come in metric.  You’ll have to recheck it and come back tomorrow.”

After a few back and forths, common sense Traci stepped in. “Why don’t you have a look at the most common fuel line?  See if it looks similar in size.”  I was figuring that if we wasted $20 on a the wrong line and it didn’t fit, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. I wasn’t leaving without something.

Turns out, Scott and the guy were able to find the correct line.  It’s a 3/8’s if you’re wondering.  Scott also double checked when we got home, the old one was as well.  He so hates being wrong. (Scott comment – I wasn’t wrong. It was a 9.25 mm, but it also said 3/8ths, which I didn’t see).

We prepped our area, I found protective eyewear for us and we got ready to start.  There was some serious consternation over the fact that the line appeared to be pressurized.  We spent an hour on google and talked to my brother again.  In the end, we just let it drain and caught as much of it as we could (poor grass… I’m so so so sorry).

Once we got into it, Scott had the line changed in about 10 minuets.  Not gonna lie – I love it when Scott fixes something.  There’s just something so attractive about a man who fixes a problem.  I know that’s ridiculous and I’m not an inept idiot.  I never would have tried to fix a fuel line myself and the fact that he did it was just… hot. (Scott again -Smile!)

What caused the issue?  It looks like the self tapping screws the RV shop used to fix the under compartment where the deep cycle batteries are stored rubbed the line and caused a barely visible puncture.   Scott used duct tape to wrap the new line and cover the screws.  We’ll be checking it regularly now… and we have some extra line with us.

Look at us… we’re RVing.