The wind can sure do its wonders on the sky… Today was like the past few days, windy, windy, windy. When we awoke in Kansas, the wind had not started up yet. We even got trough that small portion of Oklahoma with no wind, and almost the small portion of Texas we drove through too…but that is where I first noticed the wind. By the time we entered New Mexico around 10:30, it was windy, windy, windy. By the time we got on I-40, it was as bad as it was in Kansas yesterday.
Marcia got these pictures of the dogs…if one was looking up, the other wasn’t. Most of the time this is where they travel, although sometimes Skruffy gets on the bed, or on Marcia’s lap if she is real lucky.
At 12:30 the wind was let out of sail. About 6,500 feet in elevation, and 226 miles from the Arizona boarder, the motorhome stalled out at 60 mph. I got off the road easy enough, but did not make the exit which was a quarter mile down the road. But our roadside service, Blue Sky (comes with our insurance) had a tow truck out within 90 minutes, and by 4:00 pm we were at the repair shop. My initial thought was it was not getting gas…which means bad fuel pump. Called Arnie, he agreed.
The Ford Dealership in Albuquerque would not be able to even look at it until Thursday or Friday…so we picked Unique Automotive Service Center in Moriarty, NM, about 30 miles away. When I called, he said he would get a guy on it right away “if” we got it there early enough. Tow truck was dropping it in front of the bay (above), and within minutes Sean was working on it. He first checked for gas pressure, there was none. He then checked to see if the pump was getting an signal to send gas, and it was. New fuel pump should (fingers crossed, prayers said) by 10 am in the morning. So far, very happy with our repairman Sean, very knowledgeable, and very nice. As for us, we are sleeping in the motorhome like always…generator blasting away without anyone to disturb.
Anyone who has RV’ed enough knows what it feels like to follow your RV while it is being towed. It is not a good feeling, but we are grateful that it broke down here, in the middle of New Mexico, instead of somewhere in the middle of “on the way to Alaska”. It does not change our plans, although we will be late getting to Phoenix, that’s for sure.