...oh yeah baby I'm livin the HIGH LIFE now.
Now it seems my heater core has done sprung a leak. I've seen leaking heater cores in various cars three or four times in the past. Usually it's some kind of imperceptible pinhole somewhere, where the only visible symptom is that the coolant level in the overflow tank emysteriously declines to empty over a period of a few weeks. So you replace the radiator cap, check the hoses, nothing seems to work, until finally you track it down to the heater.
Not THIS heater core, no sir-eee! I go out to lunch and... Did you ever see the video game Doom? You know the part where You the heavily-armed protagonist descends into the cellar catacombs, and the basement is filled up knee-deep in toxic yellow-green slime, which you have to wade through, the whole while your health level is steadily dropping (stay in the basement long enough and You die!)? Yeah, that's more or less what the driver's side footwell looked like, a green pool of antifreeze over top of the floor mat.
As I understand it, the heater core is about the most inaccessible part of the entire car. O joy. Like I can afford to fix that. So I bought a piece of 3/4" pipe and a couple of hose clamps and bypassed the crappy leaky thing.
Now losing my heater is no big deal for me. I grew up in Cleveland, Ohio, where some of my fondest childhood memories are playing out in the wind-whipped snow, and I currently live in Tampa, Florida, where it is either fair, pleasant weather (4 months), tolerably warm (3 months), or miserably way the Hell too damn hot (5 months including today). But nonetheless, I am now living the life of a classic English roadster owner - not only does my car kinda look like the lovely '62 Elan,* but, by the shade of Joseph Lucas, I have no functioning heater! Where's my beret, scarf and pipe?
Jeez, I hope my headlights don't start arbitrarily turning themselves off at random intervals now.
yrs jp
- "Committee" indeed! Davoud I pity your inability to delight as I do in the well-rounded, harmonious, _integral_ beauty of the NA Miata. It's your loss, like how Nabakov couldn't enjoy music, heard only a series of cacophonous tones.