Wonderful Times
So, yesterday, I decide to take a short break from work and head over to the bank to deposit a check. Really, I just wanted to get some fresh air.
I was on my way back from the bank and plumes of smoke began to billow back from beneath my car, filling my rearview mirror. I quickly pulled off the road, and popped my hood, but I didn’t need to open it to see the problem. I was leaking coolant like an estranged husband about to die mysteriously. Turns out the previous owner had installed a flush/fill connector on one of my heater hoses and that decided to be the weak point in the system when the pressure built up.
A few stops and half a roll of duct tape later, the Explorer wheezed into the Tires Plus parking lot. The hose? $25. The labor? $75. That is not what I needed yesterday. Oh well. I suppose it could be worse. As my good ol’ dad says, it’s better than making car payments.
It’s running fine now, knock on wood, and it’ll stay that way for a good long while if it knows what’s best for it.