This afternoon, I ran across my friend Gerri. She told me that I could pick-up the red Porsche at any time; as her husband had been able to gain access to the interior of the car (without a key). I reminded Gerri that I still needed a title to the car and that I would most likely need an ignition key (to unlock the steering column) before the car could be moved. She said she would look into it.
This afternoon, I installed new targa top brackets in the rear trunk that arrived in the mail on Friday.
This evening, having spent a great deal of time agonizing over my fuel pump woes, I decided to remove and disassemble the fuel pump. Normally, I wouldn't attempt such a feat - especially without a diagram of the pump's inner workings. However, the thought of the Porsche sitting idle because "an impeller or something being gummed-up" didn't sit well with me. I took the pump apart with the thought that it may never go back together again.
After tear-down, I cleaned the fuel pump and the pump's internal parts then put everything back together. I was pleased with the fact that the pump design seemed straight-forward and all the little parts went back together as they should.
I very briefly applied voltage to the pump to test for functionality. While holding my finger over the intake port with the pump running, I could feel a slight bit of suction - presumably a good sign for a fuel pump. On the workbench, the pump appeared to function properly. The true test will be when I re-install the fuel pump in the car.
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