Foggy
I actually have a lot to say today, I am just lacking the ability to know where to start or how to speak my peace. It will come to me as I type, I am sure. My radiator blew a hole last Friday night as I traveled home from work. Smoke billowed from under the hood, but I was able to baby it a few more miles to a gas station. I did this by stopping, resting the car for a few minutes, then driving, then stopping, and so on, and so on. I poked under the hood and saw radiator fluid spewed on the engine. A guy and his lady pulled up beside me. "Are you stranded?" He asked as he edged his way to where I was standing. His Lady friend said,"Don't worry, he's a mechanic." He discovered a hole in the very top of the radiator, patched it with a heavy type of tape he had handy in his truck , though he said it would not hold. He then went into the store and bought a gallon of antifreeze and water, filled the radiator and gave me tips on how to "milk it"...