So as I get off 495N in the wagon after a 3 hr round trip yesterday things go bad.
I merge at the bottom of the ramp, my power steering pump moans & I get that kick in the steering wheel.
Damn WTF?
Only a couple of miles to my house & mostly straight so I baby it home.
Pop the hood & sure enough, the pressure line to the box is weeping (OK its flowing pretty badly).
Why does that line rusts more then any other line in the car? dont know.
So I douche it down & see there's no saving it. Thats BAD!
Rest of the day is spoken for so I only have time to scout out the part.
Find what I need in the next town over, nice things are looking up.
I go out this morning to prep.
Next thing I know Matt (my son) is there looking to turn a wrench. Wow, things are REALLY looking up.
Spent a little to much time at this point (but he definitely benefited) and before long the mechanical fan & air pump have fallen off & the manifolds are ready to plug.
I snap the line off the box so I can use a socket & the fitting breaks free, fitting on the pump cracks like butter too.
I lay under the car & fill my eyes & hair with more crap then I have grease on my hands...whatever, the wagon doesnt get much love.
New hose installed its ALL GOOD.
Havent buttoned up the little details cuz I ran outta light, had to work in the street due to fluid mess.
1/2 hour tomorrow & its back on the road (in time for WED snow?)