Visitors, difficulties at work, all these occasions do inform against me. I am unable to do that which I really want to do, which is to put the motor on the boat and see if it will run.
I finally manage to get the time on Sunday. I bring the boat around from its little hidey -hole on the beach and attach the motor, previously fueled up from my brand new metal fuel tank.
Anyway, I row out into the lagoon and after a few negligent pulls on the starting rope surprisingly the motor starts! My scientific aim is to test whether or not the motor is trustworthy to embark on major trips on the wild and wistful ocean.
All is not well, there is no real power and something is rotten in the state of Denmark. I make it out beyond the reef but the Black Knight cuts out, restarts and cuts out a couple of minutes later. This is a repeating cycle and the data suggests fuel strangulation.
So I disassemble the fuel system and sure enough it is full of sh1t.
Regrettably, I do not think there is much I can do. On keeking into the fuel tank I remark that the whole damn thing is rusted like inside. All the rust gunge will continue to flow through the fuel process so that when out on the wild and wistful ocean, jets will be blocked and the motor will definitively stop. I will be washed out onto the East China Sea and never be seen again.
By the time I put it all back together the evening draws late. I have no time to test whether the rigorous scrubbing out has made the slightest difference. Nevertheless I enjoy trying to work out what is going on and taking steps in a logical sort of way to better an imperfect process. Science I guess.