i already typed it in another forum deal so i'll just copy it over,with personal some edits..... my day has ****ed part 1: "so i go check out the *******mobile she's all good,i'm about to head out for a night of baking.... i get on the highway,cruisin' around not too fast,it's REALLY(more reallly) HOT out side today...i stop for gas(ultimate only for her,she's a drinker)...the highway is JAMMED so i head to my "secret" route i used to run the sportscar on.... get back on the road a few miles back....blah,blah...i go see a friend at his job for a bit.... now i don't have ac in my car,so i/as well as the car, are pretty hot,she's run hot her whole life no matter what(she's ***y like that).. now for the Homicidal part.... i gotta GUN it back into the highway..running though at a decent clip,i'm thinkin' "she's cool ,i've sent her through hell in back so many times it's like a cheap hotel"... next thing i know , a Goddamed Volcano is coming out of the front of my hood.....she's spittin' up fluid like it's ****in, Ice House.... i shut her down,coasted down the highway into a little ,very well placed,old ,i think abandoned, gas station..... there's fluid ,Bubbling out of the top of her radiator,this has happened ,but not like this....i really mean volcano... she's hurt badly..the ****in' car is so hot you can see heat waves like 5 feet above hood.... i'm just sitting there looking,i coudn't touch Anything,waaayyy too hot..,and i gotta let her set for while before i can put cold water in her...(the welders in the house know cold water & hot metal is very bad)... i find a hose on the side of the station....full her up,she still isn't happy,like the drunk you try to force feed some bread.... i limp her home,she was steaming the whole way.... i shut her down.....the block's so hot i can hear the pistons squieking in the bores,and no doubt the heads are warped or cracked,maybe(most likely) the block itself is cracked.... luckly i have a half built ****y 331.(******* you'd be proud of it).....so if worse come to worse i can perform open-heart surgery,with some friends in exchange for fee beer... so i'm not gonna be baking tonight that's for sure, also luckly we have to bakers,so i'll have to kiss her *** for a while... (i tried to word it a little better,but sorry i still didn't put it in paragraph form ).... i'm very,very sad , Prime (and just after i sold the old reliable Karmann)" so yea my beloved,tried to kill me ,in in the act probally killed herself... i haven't got the heart to go give her the rundown yet... Prime
I was waiting for the part where it throws a rod through the floor and impales you narrowly missing a major artery.... but it just overheated?
yea,sorry not that exiting for here,but were i had it first isn't really a car type of place.... i'm sorry if my story isn't up to you guys standards.........
I hate breack downs but i guess goes with the territory. Good story though. I boiled one dry a long time ago and it sounded just like you described here. Man she sure was givin off some wierd sounds. Put some water into her while she was still runnin and everything was fine. Probably took some life out of her though. John
no, no... that was the most dramatic telling of a overheating I've ever heard, I'm quite impressed! just giving you a hard time, hope there isn't too much warpage.
I was expecting something a little more exciting that overheating too but it was still a fun little read. Not to hijack your thread but I have a story that's a little more thrilling. I'm not much a story teller but here's how it went down. I got this little 55 f-100 that I drive the hell out of. We put a mustang II under the front end and som***** sets super low. I had been driving it for a few months, periodically crawling under her to make sure all the work we'd done was holding up ok. Everything seemed great but I began noticing some "play" in the fron end. Every so often it would feel as if something shifted in the front end. Anyhow I got busy with work and put off checking it out for a couple of days until the weekend rolled around. Big mistake! Me and a friend were cruising back from lunch one day up on the highway. We must have been doing around seventy miles an hour on the inside lane of a highway with a pretty wide shallow ditch dividing the oncoming traffic and approaching a slow right curve in the road. I start in the turn when "POP" the stearing goes out completely. "OH F**K ...hold on!" I is all I could manage get out of my mouth as I brace my self for a real white knuckle ride. I'm hitting the breaks but it's not slowing us down much before we were onto the shoulder and sliding sideways through the median. Lucky the damn truck is so low or I'm sure we'd have flipped it. We slid her sideways donw the median for about 50 yards and came to a reast setting sideways in the inner most lane of the oncomming traffic. Thank god that the truck was still running cuz I was able to drop in into reverse and back up into the ditch. I'm not sure how long I sat there but it didn't seem like long before a semi truck flew past the place we'd been parked moments earlier and I realized how freakin lucky we'd just been. I figured out that the bolts holding the mustang rack to the cross member had been bottomed out on the crossmember so while looking and feeling tight they were able to work loose enough to allow the rack to shift left to right. So the mustang rack shifting left to right 3/8" is what I had felt. This caused the stearing linkage to come out of the u-joint. I got ahold of OutKast Larry and he showed up on the double with some tools. He said it looked like we were parked out there waiting for a car show. Anyhow we cobbled it back together enough to limp it home and fix it right. I still own the truck and I still drive the hell out of it. Every once in a while, especially when I'm flying down the highway I get this slight tinge of paranoia thinking is this truck going to try and kill me again today? Needless to say, now when something doesn't feel right about my ride it goes straight into the garage until I can figure out what the problem is.
Hmmm you've got a point...i should have left it at this... "This one time, when I was driving my truck really fast, the steering breaked. It was vary scary."
No, no...I wasn't referring to you man. Speaking of radiator boy up there. You're stuff is actually readable.
No, I think the voodoo man cut the cl*** completely....but the pistons squeeking in their bores part was pretty creative though.....
Oh...sorry Tony. And one last note Prime... I agree with Gracie, you shouldn't call your baby a *****. I'm suprised she's not made more pointed attempts on your life after treating her like that. This was just her way of saying she wants to spend some quality time with you. Don't make the same mistake I did by ingoring her cries for attention. Send the kids to grandma's house and spend a quite weekend in the garage. You guys will work it out...we're all pulling for you.
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