Tonight we removed two stickers from the Riv's bumper:
Before
... spray ...and ...wipe ... After
A little WD-40 and a straight-edge razor, and they came right off.
Even better, I couldn't find the WD-40 on the shelf where it was supposed to be, so I had an excuse to take her out to an ATM (I needed cash anyway) and to Publix.
The trip didn't start so well. The engine ran pretty rough and the idiot lamp wouldn't cut off. It was my first night drive, so I walked around to check the lamps. The headlights and tail lamps were fine, but the license plate lights are both out. And just like the 1983 BMW 5-series that Tom is storing for me, the left rear side lamp is out too. Why don't cars come with side lamps any more? They're elegant.
So the trip to Publix was a stomach churner. The tranny shifted more smoothly than it has all week, but the orange glow of the idiot lamp, the stumbly motor, and smell of fresh hydrocarbons all gave me the impression that she was down a cylinder. Just my luck, so I started thinking about where to take her for a compression test.
But when I came out of the Publix and turned her over for the trip home, the engine purred like a kitten and the light went out straight away. The trip home was much quieter, though I still probably need to schedule that compression test.
And by now you've noticed that there's a body part missing. I'm pretty sure I've located a replacement "quarter panel filler extension" for $160, but I'm still shopping. After I work through some of the electronic gremlins, then I'll be ready to tackle that.
Before
... spray ...and ...wipe ... After
A little WD-40 and a straight-edge razor, and they came right off.
Even better, I couldn't find the WD-40 on the shelf where it was supposed to be, so I had an excuse to take her out to an ATM (I needed cash anyway) and to Publix.
The trip didn't start so well. The engine ran pretty rough and the idiot lamp wouldn't cut off. It was my first night drive, so I walked around to check the lamps. The headlights and tail lamps were fine, but the license plate lights are both out. And just like the 1983 BMW 5-series that Tom is storing for me, the left rear side lamp is out too. Why don't cars come with side lamps any more? They're elegant.
So the trip to Publix was a stomach churner. The tranny shifted more smoothly than it has all week, but the orange glow of the idiot lamp, the stumbly motor, and smell of fresh hydrocarbons all gave me the impression that she was down a cylinder. Just my luck, so I started thinking about where to take her for a compression test.
But when I came out of the Publix and turned her over for the trip home, the engine purred like a kitten and the light went out straight away. The trip home was much quieter, though I still probably need to schedule that compression test.
And by now you've noticed that there's a body part missing. I'm pretty sure I've located a replacement "quarter panel filler extension" for $160, but I'm still shopping. After I work through some of the electronic gremlins, then I'll be ready to tackle that.
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