It was damn near 80 degrees around here yesterday and going to be warm for the next few days.
CUE UP THE WIFELY UNIT.
It’s hot, I have to go to my Mothers.
You need to recharge my Air Conditioning. By the way, I have a headlight out too.
You would think that this would be a fairly straightforward little task.
She has….. a Ford.
The dirty little sonofabitch that I absolutely hate even opening the hood on.
And THIS, is why I have an eternal hard on for the assholes who design modern (cough 17 year old, cough) cars.
Two years ago it took me a solid half an hour just to find the charging port on her little Ford Focus.
I’m not joking.
I finally found it by Braille, reaching my hand down into the front of the engine compartment, following the A/C lines by feel.
When I did find it, I couldn’t believe it.
Now, I know WHY they put it where they did, so the design engineer isn’t really the asshole here.
It’s the fucking Bean Counters.
In their quest to save a buck, someone made the decision that at a certain point on the assembly line as they were building these little fuckers, the cheapest and easiest place to have this A/C port would be riiiiiiiiight here,
so they could slam a charge in the system as it moved down the line.
Yes, that is the front right tire and the inner fender well peeled back so I can get to it.
Even then, it’s a fucking game of Twister trying to get my left hand up in there to be able to grab and unspin the cap.
Getting the Quick Connect at the end of the hose on the re-charging cannister up in there and clipped on is a whole nuther ball of wax.
But I finally won in the end.
Since there was still a bunch of Freon left in the can because I was just topping hers off, I decided to open the hood on my Chebby and top that off while I was at it.
Notice any difference?
Right up on top, out in the open with the Sun shining right down on the fucker.
The way it was for fifty fucking years and the way it should be until the last motor vehicle rolls off the line.