Been trying to get mom's motorhome started so I can move it to my place while this stuff with my younger brother settles down. It has a no start condition, cranks, coughs and fires, but won't run. Classic failed fuel pump.
After eliminating any other causes, clogged fuel filter (doesn't have one, only a screen, in the tank), empty tank (I pumped 35 gallons of gas out of it), I pulled the tank, and today put a new pump in it.
In the pouring rain.
At 40 degrees F.
Still, no joy.
I spent the rest of the day going over everything, again, in the cold rain.
I left my house in the dark this morning.
Drove the one hour drive to mom's place.
Got soaked to the bone.
Drove home in the dark.
Took off my wet clothes, threw them in the washing machine, then threw my cold, wet bones in a hot shower.
Mrs. Racer brought me a shot of this:
I'm on my third one now, after some leftover Turkey Day grub.
I'm almost warm again.
I think I will have that dang motorhome towed to the Chevy dealer and let them fix it.