West Slope Rover
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North America was the scene of a LZ rescue yesterday. I was on my way home from work and on the other side of the highway I spotted a black RRC looking a bit forlorn. So found a place to turn around and went back to see if I could help.
It was a '94 and it had overheated. The couple had been sitting on the side of the road for about 20 minutes when I pulled up. I checked for mayo on the dipstick, which was sorely devoid of any sign of oil (or mayo) and then looked at the coolant level, which was very low. I gave the folks some oil and some more coolant and we started her up to check the viscous fan, which seemed to be in good order. The fan blew hot air after the the fill up of nearly a gallon of coolant. The rad and all associated hoses were nearly new, but the water pump looked older than mine which I replaced nearly 2 years ago.
On start up there was no white smoke or smoke of any kind so I gave them more coolant and asked about where they were going and they said not far, so I told them to turn on the heater full blast and head for home, keeping an eye on the gauge and to not let it go to the red.
I wish now that had asked a few more questions and I wish I had asked them to call me when they got back home. Hopefully I will hear from them as they took my phone number. But anyways, it felt good to carry on the tradition here in Merka.
It was a '94 and it had overheated. The couple had been sitting on the side of the road for about 20 minutes when I pulled up. I checked for mayo on the dipstick, which was sorely devoid of any sign of oil (or mayo) and then looked at the coolant level, which was very low. I gave the folks some oil and some more coolant and we started her up to check the viscous fan, which seemed to be in good order. The fan blew hot air after the the fill up of nearly a gallon of coolant. The rad and all associated hoses were nearly new, but the water pump looked older than mine which I replaced nearly 2 years ago.
On start up there was no white smoke or smoke of any kind so I gave them more coolant and asked about where they were going and they said not far, so I told them to turn on the heater full blast and head for home, keeping an eye on the gauge and to not let it go to the red.
I wish now that had asked a few more questions and I wish I had asked them to call me when they got back home. Hopefully I will hear from them as they took my phone number. But anyways, it felt good to carry on the tradition here in Merka.
