Don’t have an actual photo but behold this glorified visual representation of what was gifted to me with a blown head gasket from 2 generations of neglect and abuse by my distant cousins. Put just enough into it to get me to my job at the mall. Haul ass with the heater blasting as I watched the temp raise and get to work just in time before it blew again. Fill up with water, haul ass home. Fill it up and repeat the next day. Never passed smog and never ran right. Crowning moment of achievement was the hood randomly popping up and breaking my windshield, requiring me to drive home with my head out the driver side window like a confused basset hound. Sold it to a guy with lakers tattoos all over his face for $400.
Having hot water spray into my impatient face countless times from opening the radiator cap too hot are cherished memories.
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