Tis a sad day, and I need some help
Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 6:19 pm
Well guys, I never thought the day would come, but the bonne died today. She will live again though!
Never had anything like this with this car. 1997 SE, coming home from work today, pull onto base and through the gate and she starts shaking, not like a misfire though. I wasn't sure whats up but I had to keep going because I can't stop the flow of the gate. Anyway, I go to the post office real quick, which is about 100 yards from the barracks. go get my lovely valentine's day card and come back, start her up and she's still shaking. I'm said, self, the barracks are right there, she can do er. Well I guess not. Pulled out of the parking lot, she shook, blew a nice puff of white smoke out the exhaust and there she died. Steering wheel in my hands. I got her into a parking lot across the street from the barracks. and I go to start her back up to get her home. Nope. No check engine light.
From my gatherings, I think the infamous head gasket finally had its way with her.
If you guys think its something else, please tell.
I will be doing the work myself if its the gaskets. It seems fairly easy enough if I'm careful about everything. That and the Chicago shops up here would charge me more money than I make to do them.
I will be dreading the cold during this project but it looks like I'll be makeing a midnight run to push her across the street to the barracks lot to the morgue she will be in till she comes back to life.
Never had anything like this with this car. 1997 SE, coming home from work today, pull onto base and through the gate and she starts shaking, not like a misfire though. I wasn't sure whats up but I had to keep going because I can't stop the flow of the gate. Anyway, I go to the post office real quick, which is about 100 yards from the barracks. go get my lovely valentine's day card and come back, start her up and she's still shaking. I'm said, self, the barracks are right there, she can do er. Well I guess not. Pulled out of the parking lot, she shook, blew a nice puff of white smoke out the exhaust and there she died. Steering wheel in my hands. I got her into a parking lot across the street from the barracks. and I go to start her back up to get her home. Nope. No check engine light.
From my gatherings, I think the infamous head gasket finally had its way with her.
If you guys think its something else, please tell.
I will be doing the work myself if its the gaskets. It seems fairly easy enough if I'm careful about everything. That and the Chicago shops up here would charge me more money than I make to do them.
I will be dreading the cold during this project but it looks like I'll be makeing a midnight run to push her across the street to the barracks lot to the morgue she will be in till she comes back to life.