I am aware that in my capacity as a Paranoid Desert Recluse I am supposed to hate all things technological and especially all things connected. And I do fall in line with some of that: I truly don’t understand why anybody’s toilet needs its own internet connection, for example, and you’ll never see me looking at a computer screen without electrical tape over that creepy little camera lens because sheesh.
But sometimes the future is fun and convenient. You may recall that in the last big care package drop my older brother sent me a fuel gauge set for diagnosing what’s going on with the Jeep’s fuel system. That was shortly before my trip to the city and it spent all June locked up in the powershed. But today I dragged it out and hooked it up to that very convenient Schrader valve on the fuel rail…
…and learned that the running fuel pressure was 23psi. Which didn’t really tell me anything useful because I don’t know what the spec is. Not a big problem, I do have a manual and if that doesn’t work I have this hip, cool new thing called the internet. But that would involve taking half an hour or more to go inside and do that research, which would surely let the air out of my Jeep maintenance project…except that I also have this amazing magic elf box right here, which I just used to take that picture.
And so leaning on the fender in the sun I just typed “fuel pressure jeep 4.0” and was immediately rewarded with multiple sources all of which agreed that the pressure ought to be 45-55psi. And that is useful information.
For several annoying little reasons I believe the Jeep is going to be spending a week or two in town before the month is out. But I must admit, I do enjoy certain aspects of living in the future.