The Wifely Unit texted me just before 9:00 last night to let me know some hose split on her car, dumping the coolant and stranding her with a trunk full of groceries.
She got a hold of her Niece and got a ride home so now guess who gets to go fuck with this tomorrow between 12:00 and 2:00 to try to diagnose it, get the parts and then replace them, in a parking lot somewhere, and it has been raining.
Oh yeah, she has to go with me.
She said there were two hoses and it was the bottom one.
This is on a 2002 Ford Focus with the twin overhead cam Zetec engine and my failing memory was flashing red lights as I read the text because I recall there being way more than just two hoses on that dirty fucker.
So, it’s off to Youtube and Google images, following links to Focus specialty boards and all that happy shit, trying to get an idea of what to expect.
I found this picture where someone else was having a different problem but it does give some idea of what there are for hoses, on the passenger side.
There are a couple more that go to that damn thermostat housing but it’s on the other side.
I’m just praying that it’s not the lower radiator hose, please, let it not be that dirty fucker.
Not in a parking lot, in the rain.
I vividly remember doing both the plastic motherfucking thermostat housing and the dirty cocksucker of a water pump in the past and my asshole immediately puckered up remembering just how much fun that shit was.
If I get lucky, it will just be one of those small hoses and I can cut and slap one on just to get her home again so I can get to work and tackle it properly on Friday.
Unfortunately, Karma seems to have kept a running tab on the thousands of transgressions I have committed over the years and has decided to put me on the installment plan to even things back out.
She never seems to miss an opportunity to fuck me but good every chance she gets.
We shall see.
Every once in a while someone with more stroke tells her to give me a break.
Thank you Lord, for every single one of those occasions.