Yesterday my friend's Geely had an engine boiling, and in an incomprehensible way, the toastmaster was in the salon, under the mat. We couldn't open the hood for 3 hours, after which we were running around the city in an active search for the toast.
Just the other day I had an unpleasant incident. Let's start with the fact that I don't like to drive as a passenger when someone else, especially my friend, is driving. I have a conflicting feeling, like the girl herself, the driver, but I can't stand women driving. Here is a vivid example of a split personality and double standards!
Closer to the point, it so happens that a friend asked me to go with her to the city, "for company.
Sitting on the passenger seat, I feel a sandal through a thin sole and feel unpleasant dampness. I also thought to myself how to treat the car like that! But I kept silent, everyone has their own shortcomings, and someone treats the car with care and care, like a family member, and others as a temporary vehicle.
Seven kilometers and a traffic jam
Seven kilometers on its (may the fans of this brand forgive me) rattle - Geely overcame without any visible problems, but the traffic jams have made their adjustments to our plans. Imagine a picture, on the street above 30°С, we will tell so - not in working clothes and here, as in a fairy tale - the engine overheats up. Steam is flowing from all sides!
It's the first time it's happened to my friend - she starts panicking (I specify that she is not blonde), I authoritatively declare that the cooling system failed. I understand that there can be several reasons: contamination of the radiator, completely worn out fan drive or the same pump, plus a defective thermostat or temperature sensor, so it is necessary to open the hood.
The situation is heating up
That's when our misadventures begin. Just imagine, the hood refused to open in the usual way flatly! The endless calls to her friend, my father and the implementation of their recommendations did not lead to anything. You'd have to sit on the asphalt and knock your feet in hysteria, but I decided not to give up, on the contrary, how would I explain it - to tire the system to save it. In order to achieve this goal, I kept pressing the hood down over and over again, and my friend was pulling the lever from the salon. Then followed indescribable manipulations in the direction of "up and down" rubber "navels" (literally the designation of my friend), which support the hood when it is closed. It was a very funny sight, but only for those around me.
Elementary, but not easy
That's how we managed to open the long-suffering hood. Experienced motorists most likely from the above described could assume that the matter is in the "tired" element (like a worn-out pump or "choked out" hose), which refused at the most inopportune and nervous moment, in the city traffic jam.
But everything turned out to be much easier, the installation of the reason cost me in the irretrievable loss of my favorite T-shirt, which can not be washed with anything else. It was not tight, ie not tightly tightened hose clamp included in the stove, on it and leaked an endless amount of tomato in the car, under that rug of the passenger seat. That's what was for the palpable dampness under my feet.
The fun continued
I will not describe in detail what and how I reached it, the words are not enough decent, and I will not carry the uncensored in the masses. And here it turned out that it is necessary to search for the active search for a tosole in the center of the city.
I entrusted this mission to my friend, because my foggy and ruffled look of people, let's say, mildly - worried, if not frightened away. For another two hours, I had to rush around the Geely I didn't like anymore.
A friend of mine came back and refilled with fresh toothpaste. They collected what they could from the floor with foam. Wetness was clear. I advised to wash with soapy water, but what to dry, not the hair dryer? Although, why not?
