Bertie the Bunyip wrote:

Excellent. You must have made at least one journey with someone
beating the fuel pump to keep it going! Everyone has. I had to have
my wife kick the firewall of my Morris Minor Traveller in the middle
of London in rush hour traffic to keep us moving once... And I was in
charge of thumping the rear wheel well in an MAG for about 200 miles
to keep it going.
Turns out it was good training. They work almost exactly the same was
as a shower of sparks wxciter box in a jet's starter ignition.
Machines are machines.

Bertie

Good grief, and here I thought I had a unique experience when I drove half
way across New Mexico and Colorado in the wee hours (nothing open) in my 62
Austin Healy, the fuel pump hidden directly under the removable left rear
seat (for dwarfs) drifting in and out of consciousness, and being kept alive
by reaching around the seat with the handle of the brass knock off mallet to
give it the occassional wake up call. Finally was able to get a universal
electric pump in Colorado Springs when a garage finally opened up.