Well, I feel like a true vanlife person now, as I've had my first on-the-road breakdown. Sunday afternoon the fuel pump went out on the van, except I did not know that was what it was 0_0 Just that the van suddenly turned off IN THE MIDDLE OF DRIVING. That was a new experience for me. Thankfully I was in a good location with plenty of open shoulder room.
I must say, Kentucky was well represented in this experience. Not five minutes after putting my hood up and futzing around on my phone trying to contact roadside service, a couple in a bright red pick up truck pulled up to help. Thinking perhaps it was my battery or alternator, they ran home to get jumper cables even though I let them know that I had contacted roadside assistance. But they got back before the tow truck got there, lol. He checked the battery, the alternator, and then moved on to spraying some spray into the carburetor and when it still would not start, pronounced that I had a fuel problem. By this time tow truck dude had arrived and did the same routine, except with out the spray. I was not going to have any luck, it being a Sunday. This couple guided me to a reputable mechanic and provided his number, told me what was the best motel for reasonable rates, and gave me both of their cell #'s and offered to drive me anywhere I needed to go. I'd nominate them for roadside angels in a heartbeat.
When rolling the van onto the tow truck, fuel was spilling out all over the place (I had JUST filled up with gas), so the tow truck dude surmised I had a hole in the gas tank. So that night was spent contacting my family member who works in the salvage business to try to find a replacement tank. However, due to some gearheads in my life, and some instructions from my uncle on how to test things, I knew before I hit the mechanic shop that it was not a new gas tank I'd be needing. I had done, on his instructions, a start and run in the motel parking lot, so we determined how long the van would run before it shut off again. The hairy part of this ordeal was that the van gave out - IN THE MECHANIC'S DRIVEWAY - thereby saving me another tow. This was after I had to cross a full road construction site where I was praying that it wouldn't die crossing that road! But, it did not.
So thanks to that couple, I was able to get the van into the mechanic the next day and I have it back already - fuel pump replacement, new filter, some repair to the wiring and the return fuel line, all other belts, lines and fluids checked.
It was a pricey trip though, and I cannot second Bob's and others advice more strongly - have a reserve, or at least an empty credit card to handle unexpected situations like this. Between the repair, the motel, a rental car and food, it was close to a grand that I was not planning on spending.
So this may cramp my already planned trips - won't know until I put pencil to paper on the true impact, but it was a very good lesson for me. I was lucky that I was in a town (and a nice one), only had to be towed 5 miles (my limit is 10 miles I learned), and because I met some really nice people, I did not get shafted by the local mechanic who was charging 120.00 an hour labor.
I'm back on the road tomorrow after work, a little more humbled and lot more grateful for all of the good people in the world out there.