06 November 2012

I Spit My Last Breath At Thee

The Biscayne decided to remind me that she does not like being left to sit for nine months at a time and decided to pop the upper radiator hose off the radiator fitting.

No harm done but a loss of three gallons of coolant and a mess.

Also leaving me stranded down in Clearwater.

Luckily The Lovely Harvey was able to take lunch from work and bring me some coolant.

This, kids, is why you keep tools in the car; especially a Hot Rod.

So I repeated the process from yesterday of filling and bleeding the cooling system.  Got a bit of a scare when the steam bubble just wouldn't shift.  Shut her down and waited a couple minutes for things to gurgle a bit and then got it all out.

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