"It's the Fuel Filter"

Odd trip to the Lake last weekend...nothing about it was the usual. First of all I went without the husband. He had to work Saturday and was going to come out and meet us on the water if he got off early enough (which he didn't). We stopped at the grocery store and came out to a flat tire on the boat trailer. Great time to find out you don't have the right size lug wrench, huh? Luckily there was an Ace Hardware in the same center so I ran over and bought a star, and G changed out the tire pretty quickly. At this point everyone was desperate to get on the water just to cool off.

We got out so late that Windsor was already closed, so we had to launch at Site 6. Since Mike wasn't there to launch the boat George did it and Stacey parked the trailer (after 4 tries, she admitted). While she was parking it we noticed the boat started running a bit rough, and getting progressivly worse. So we docked at the marina and started checkin it out.

After G couldn't get it started again, I said "It's the fuel filter", and he promptly ignored me. He called his service dept, who told us its prolly vapor lock. It wanted to started to bad, but just wasn't. At this point we are realizing we can't get the boat of the water ourselves, so we're kinda screwed. They had him try some different stuff, and nothing worked. Again, I say "It's the fuel filter." G acknowledges my statement this time, but says "Dude, I don't even know if this HAS a fuel filter". An hour and a half into it, we decide to call Tow Assist, who will come walk the boat off the lake for a mere $175 per hour. Immediately after hanging up with them George finds the boats fuel filter. "Here's your fuel filter, Mandy"... and pulls it off..."clean as a whistle, hah". While putting it back on he realizes how loose the fitting was before. I think everyone leaned forward with anticipation as he finshed securing it and went to try the motor. VrrrrOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM. Yeah, it started just fine. It was the fuel filter.

I got my props, everyone cracked a beer to celebrate, and we were off. George called the service dept to let them know we were OK, but gave me NO credit (typical man).

The water was more awesome than ever after that no-go threat. Later we headed over to Sandbar and met some really cool new people. It got late and we tried to all go to dinner together but hit ANOTHER crazy monsoon (the second we've hit this year there) that thankfully didn't last too long, and just went to the Channel to chill instead. Hopefully we'll meet up with them again - they were great. We ended up dancing on the boat until 10pm. I might add a line about them in the "It's the fuel filter" verse of my famous/infamous Havasu-song.