Last night I raked it up the hill to the garage in the BB. Joy unconfined.
As I turned into the last road I noticed the water temp. gauge was soaring. I turned off the engine and coasted up to the garage door. A pool of coolant was collecting underneath, and a trail of luminous green stretched as far as I could see. One of the hoses underneath was spewing its contents, and there was a loud and nasty gurgling sound.
Panic. Must cool it down.
I opened the back, and turned the coolant cap half-open as slowly as I could, pressing down hard.
Boom! A geyser of very hot coolant erupted into the left side of my face, and then many feet into the air as I staggered backwards. My face is still on, I thought as the liquid began falling on the adjoining garage rooves.
My next trick was to pour two buckets of water into the now empty reservoir, and inadvertantly (I couldn't see much, and it was a big bucket) all over the engine. ..
I didn't hear anything crack, my face should be okay by tomorrow; so all's well that ends well.
Hey, I've got loads like this...
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