11:54 AM, Sunday, March 15th, 2015:
I attempt all sorts of shit by myself that would generally require multiple people. I should probably put that in the past tense... since having children? I do think twice. I'm a bit more aware when I'm alone and no longer attempt the ridiculousness of my 20s and 30s.
In a million years it never would've ocurred to me however, that siphoning gas was one of those things. Something I just did in January to get the car into the San Diego gig. It's unpleasant, sure, but deadly? What? Yeah.
Let's just say that March 11th was one of the most stressful days of my life. Prepared the entire day before, cleaning the car, making sure it ran well, packing all my stuff for the trip to Newport Coast where I have a rental doing a video shoot at a $37,000,000 home. The place is stunning beyond measure and I intended on being there long enough to get some great shots for the site because, wow.
I go out to start the car early (something you just always do with a Delorean) and it won't turn. Figured it was the battery and hooked up my Camry and the SUV to it with no luck. I started to panic. It was already a 90 minute drive and even leaving 2 1/2 hours I was now pushing it. I had to write to the guy and tell him what was going on.
Thankfully, Martin of "Martin's Movie Cars" sat on the phone with me for over an hour helping me troubleshoot. Turned out it was the fuel pump and I raced to Delorean Motor Company in Huntington Beach for the part. Sadly, $500 later, I now know the fuel pump was fine. A leak of some gas into the electrical portion of the pump just shorted it out. Pump worked fine once I took it all apart. But time was of the essence and this new pump actually fixed my gas gauge issue and is specifically made (literally just released by Delorean in 2014) to take modern fuels as the ethanol is kinda killing old fuel systems. It's just one portion of an infamously bad fuel system, but eventually it will all be replaced.
Putting in this new pump required th draining of the entire 13 gallon tank (which of course had 11+ gallons in it - lol) and even after siphoning needed to be cleaned by HAND. The instructions were pretty intense about this necessity. Which of course required siphoning into three 5-gallon buckets, then siphoning those into a 2-gallon gas container 6 times to put back INTO the tank after the fuel pump was installed. Just a gloriously fun day all the way around.
After my "incident" I sepnt the next half-hour sneezing up more mucous than I've ever seen. Sadly, it cleared nothing as I was stuffy the following morning from whatever type of sick I seem to never get rid of. I devised a system of using a shop-vac to create some suction which worked perfectly. I'm gonna end up buying one of those siphoning kits to keep in the car because whenever this baby goes indoors, it needs to be at 1/4 tank and it's an impossible thing to time. Though now that I have a gas light and a working gas gauge, I just may be able to pull that off a bit easier.
The car still doesn't run well. Something is off in the fuel system. It'll start but when you hit the gas it nearly dies unless you let it idle for several minutes. The good news is I was able to reschedule the shoot for tomorrow and it has been starting all weekend. Of course now I have to leave at 5:30 am... with NO FREAKING CUP HOLDER FOR COFFEE GODDAMNIT. I may just devise one, because it could be a very pleasant drive. Sunrise, Time Machine, Coffee... knowing that the car has already started and I'm on my way? The peace of that compared to the stress of the past couple days seems unbelievable.
And Vienna is just insane right now. The screaming. The ever-loving screaming. She woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare screamind:  "NO CAM!! MY WATER! MY WATER!" I jumped up like she was dying out of a dead sleep anid calmed her down, half-giggling at the insanity of it. Cam doesn't specifically take her water. She leaves it on the floor and he picks it up. And she breaks the fuck down. I mean MELTS DOWN. So she keeps repeating water bottle water bottle water bottle water bottle as I'm trying to get her to calm down and go back to sleep. I said "shhhhhhhh" so she then WHISPERS water bottle water bottle water bottle - which actually gave me quite a guffaw. Smartass. It's a good thing we love her so much. Seriously want to sell this kid sometimes. I hope that offends people without children to no end. God I hope that one does. I've been up since 4am and I just don't give a fuck.
But I am alive. And that video reminds me why. ;-)