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that's what my fuel pressure switch is.  

The saga of the white 1972 White Alfa Romeo GTV 2000 continues. The fuel pressure switch cannot be replaced with a readily available new one, so I went about repairing the old one. Simple file and solder, right? And, amazingly enough, I got it to look and hold reasonably o.k.
My parts - ordered from Centerline Alfa - arrived live putative Iraqi sovereignty - that is, two days early and bundled in week old USA Todays. Mmm. Fuel filter - replaced. Though I fail to understand why such a critical part -the book of Spica demands clean room protocol whilst it is replaced - is in such an oddly configured space. Nevertheless, twas replaced. The repaired switch was installed. And new spark plug wires (for grins) were snapped in place. Time for another test.
Switch goes on - gurgle gurgle as the fuel filter bath fills up, and the pressure switch ..... never goes off. Dag-nab-it, I exclaimed!
So I ruminated, examined the connection, and PINK! the tab fell off again. Shoddy Texan workmanship on my part. Erg. There must be an easier way to repair this. Gonna go in search of a used replacement.
In order to feel better about myself and the GTV in general, I replaced the heater/ventilation slider guide that I had also ordered from Centerline. Only about seven cuss words later it was installed and looking all Starship Enterprise and shit.
Due to the throbbing jaw gristle due to the preliminary crown work earlier in the day (never schedule advanced dental work for 8:30 a.m.) I tossed in the oil rag and gojo'd up. This will get done. I will drive this car before my birthday. I must.  

Posted: Wed - June 30, 2004 at 08:53 PM           |

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