B.G. Willers

The Blazer has a name!

“Lazarus.”  It’s almost even spelled like Blazer.  So after a hot day under the car port and with Andrea’s help, we got the Blazer going again.  The fuel pump we sent back as bad, probably wasn’t bad after all.  I ordered a new sending unit that comes with new wiring for the pump inside the tank.  So after dropping the gas tank for the 4th time, and swapping out the units… vroom!  Fired right up!  Runs just like it did for the two weeks before it died last time.  It’s a relieving feeling.

So after all this… I think we’re selling it.  No way will we ever get for it what we have put into it financially, I’m prepared for that.  But after fighting us every step of the way, I’ll be honest, I really don’t even like it any more.  It’s like somebody who you just get off on the wrong foot with, and after that first impression, it’s just too hard to give them a second chance.  I mean, heck.  The ENTIRE fuel system is brand new now on this thing, but I just don’t trust it.  For somebody else, it could go another 100,000 miles, I dunno.  And we originally settled on Lazarus because it was cheap and available.  We really wanted a pickup truck in the first place anyway.

So I think I’m going to ask $900 and see what we get.  We’ll lose some money on the deal, but we learned a lot.  I’d never dropped a gas tank before.  Fairly good at it now.  Never tore this deep into an engine before, and will be a little less timid to do it in the future.  So it’s not a total loss.  Or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself.  Haha!