Well, I was going to start my own thread and call it "Am I Gonna Die if I Fly This Airplane?" since I didn't want to take up space when Ed gets back with photos of his fabulous day with Dr. Bruce and his student riding the horse-drawn trams into town from the airport, having breakfunch at the Grand Hotel, and then double chocolate fudge for dessert walking through the shops on Main Street afterwards....
but as it is, I walked into my hangar this morning and found my right tank almost completely dry and a puddle of blue on the floor under the cowling. I took apart the bottom half of the cowling and took this photo:
The inside of the cabin also smelled very strongly of fuel. I turned the fuel selector to OFF and then drips stopped. When I turned the fuel selector on left or right, the drips started again at a rate of about 1 drip per couple of seconds. Ugh... calling the mechanics tomorrow. I hate my life.