We love it because it's paid for and has been for some time.
We hate it because there is forever something going wrong.
Transmission.
Transmission again.
Fuel pump. Front struts. Rear shocks.
There are times when we'd like to throw in the towel and send the blasted thing into some dark, dank, caravan ravine; but for the most part, the husband does all the work himself and all we are out is the cost of parts and a steady supply of pain relievers. Besides, when all things are at the top of their game, the van runs great.
A month ago, though, that ugly gremlin that lives under the hood began to rear its head once more. A constant vibration with no obvious cause and little incentive to pull a hill at 35 mph. It has since sat useless in our driveway except for the daring run the husband made to Auto Zone one night to have it hooked up to a diagnostic computer. No real surprise there... the diagnosis revealed that there was indeed something wrong, but listed a rap sheet of possible causes.
So the man has replaced the plenum (intake, I think) gaskets, valve cover gaskets, mass air flow sensor, oxygen sensor, throttle positioning sensor, spark plugs, spark plug wires, and the fuel injectors. Nothing changed. Tonight he came in tired and frustrated and silently ate the potato soup and grilled cheese I set before him. He walked back out after doing some reading online and five minutes later summoned me and my camera.
This is the fuel injection wiring harness. What's left of it anyway. Even a non-mechanic, non-electrical girl such as myself can guess that I shouldn't be seeing exposed wires.
He was dumbfounded and a little shocked that we hadn't experience any fire problems and kept repeating the same phrase, "I have never seen this before." I was still stuck on the word fire.
Fire?
I am so buying a Mustang once I get a job. =)
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