So after a fantastic day at the KC Zoo we were ready to put some miles behind us.
We just got off the Kansas Turnpike and turned on the US 54 when the van just died.
Ceasar was able to coast into the parking lot of a hotel and we were stuck again!
Thinking it was just a dead battery (our logic since we used all the battery power during the alternator incident) we needed a new one. But where and how?
We bumped into two nice dudes (Matt & Tony) who helped us get to a nearby Wal Mart where we could get the new battery and be on our way.
They even stayed around and helped Ceasar with some of the car work.
Turned out it was not the battery.
We quickly called up our good pal Armondo but since it was late, he could not get to us until the morning... so we had to stay the night in Wichita.
The girls and I were going pretty crazy in our motel room there.
Chocolate chip muffins helped ease some of the tension..
After 24 hours in Wichita and the help of almost everyone you can think of, our van was fixed and ready to take on the long road ahead.
So what was wrong? A bad fuel pump caused all the grief.
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