Fuel hoses, part II

To my irritation, one of the return fuel lines was not hooked up when I picked up the rig from Hall's Engines in Moreno Valley.  It was an easy fix.  While I was in there, I replaced a few other rubber lines that looked old.  I like fresh rubber, especially considering the wide variety of dry rot my 1973 VW Bug suffered from after sitting for a decade in the previous owner's garage.  When my dad and I swapped vehicles so that I could take his Nissan pickup truck on my honeymoon (to haul my and Mrs.'s bikes up to Mammoth Lakes), the Bug's right rear tire blew out, even though it had plenty of tread left.  The side wall shredded, scraping up the rear fender with all the exposed steel belting.  Not good.  Whenever I can, I replace old or suspect rubber with new, without question or second thought.  It ain't worth the possible hassle given the minimal cost.

Finally got the Jeep back on Friday!

After ten months at Hall's Engine in Moreno Valley, I was able to pick it up.  To my dissatisfaction, they were not, after all this time, able to get the transmission leak under control, so that's up to me to deal with later.  But they did manage to get it to pass smog, the least they could do given that they rebuilt the engine.

In hindsight, I should have done things a bit differently, perhaps finding a different builder or a less expensive one.  I get the feeling that after the rebuild was paid for, I was more an annoyance than a customer.  So it goes.  But we are moving in a few weeks to live at my parents' house in Carlsbad for a month before we can move into the new house in Yorba Linda, and now I got my Jeep back.