Engine destruction stories
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His eyes got kinds big and he sad "Oh!"quote:
Originally posted by wavinwayne:
Priceless.....wish I could have seen the VP's face.
The driver, who was an ace mechanic/development tech, looked so much like Hulk Hogan that he has been mistaken for him. When said VP questioned his ability to diagnose a simple problem. His whole head got red and smoke started coming out of his ears. Kinda entertaining.
My first car. 1984 Buick Electra Estate Station Wagon (mouth full) 350 engine and 700R4 tranny. Mother sent me out for some groceries seeing I was the one with the led sled in the family. The car had 1 mod to it, no cats and cherry bombs. Some history about that car is it burned & leaked a quart of oil every 700 miles. Me knowing nothing about cars at the time, I just kept topping off with whatever 15w40 was cheap. Even then, it didn't make sense to change the oil. Being that was a $400 car, I pretty much just put gas in it, check the tires whenever I felt like it and drove it.
Anyway, I was on my way back sitting at a red light and my temp gauge was slowly rising towards hot. Couple seconds later, light turns green and I go on with the temp gauge slowly going back to normal. I'm thinking to myself, ok why did this happen........I have to get the car home to see what's up. Unfortunately I come to another red light. So I turn on the heater to try and keep it cool and that did some good but the temp gauge still continued to rise. I was behind a few truckers and the temp gauge **** near pegged itself. Finally I get going and steam is coming from the hood and I'm about 4 blocks from my home. I get going in hopes the temp gauge would go back to normal but the temp gauge finally pegged itself and the car was starting to lose power. I floor the gas to try and get every last drop of life from that car but I didn't make it home. Car dies and I had enough speed to just coast into the middle school parking lot. I get on my cell phone to tell parents what happened. Dad calls up a tow truck and mom comes down with her car to get the groceries. Meanwhile, I'm trying to start it but the starter is not even turning the engine, just click, click, click etc... Turns out the engine did sieze from burnt oil, pistons more black than the Ace of Spaydes. Nothing blew apart, just up and siezed. I got alittle over a year from that car. So that's my story
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Anyway, I was on my way back sitting at a red light and my temp gauge was slowly rising towards hot. Couple seconds later, light turns green and I go on with the temp gauge slowly going back to normal. I'm thinking to myself, ok why did this happen........I have to get the car home to see what's up. Unfortunately I come to another red light. So I turn on the heater to try and keep it cool and that did some good but the temp gauge still continued to rise. I was behind a few truckers and the temp gauge **** near pegged itself. Finally I get going and steam is coming from the hood and I'm about 4 blocks from my home. I get going in hopes the temp gauge would go back to normal but the temp gauge finally pegged itself and the car was starting to lose power. I floor the gas to try and get every last drop of life from that car but I didn't make it home. Car dies and I had enough speed to just coast into the middle school parking lot. I get on my cell phone to tell parents what happened. Dad calls up a tow truck and mom comes down with her car to get the groceries. Meanwhile, I'm trying to start it but the starter is not even turning the engine, just click, click, click etc... Turns out the engine did sieze from burnt oil, pistons more black than the Ace of Spaydes. Nothing blew apart, just up and siezed. I got alittle over a year from that car. So that's my story
Airborne, your story reminds me that I'm glad I was a teenager so long ago we usually had to hike back to civilization to find a telephone. And to get the story straight. And to come down, sober up or both. Nothing like that adrenaline surge to kickstart the brain and wallop the conscience simultaneously.
Had we cellphones in the dim past I think it might have made things worse instead of better.
Had we cellphones in the dim past I think it might have made things worse instead of better.
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