I was working on my 1975 Jeep Wagoneer and my 1997 Dodge Cummins today. My poor 914 was neglected and through a temper tantrum.

I looked over and saw a small puddle of coolant on the floor under little Sasquatch. It was a very slow drip; about one per minute. I told him I was sorry and moved some things out of the way to get him started, just to circulate fluids. I promised him I would work on him next weekend... (Am I the only one that talks to my car?)

I checked the oil level and topped off a 1/2 quart. Started him up and he pissed all the coolant all over the garage floor... Lost about a gallon or so...

Little fucher decided to throw a full tantrum. Apparently not satisfied with attention next week. I guess he gets his way and I'll jack it up tomorrow and see what came loose...

Vanity pic to put him in a better mood...

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Great thread title

Oscar

More please, good chuckle so far

Nope. Not by a long shot. Betty regularly talks to her car, and I picked up the habit too. And Frody (Betty's car) gets pissy when I work on other cars. I have been working on "Elwood" (the six) to get a bunch of stuff done for Okteenerfest. So Frody suddenly started cutting out under acceleration. I had to take time to repair a ground wire problem on the fuel injection. I went back to Elwood, and now Frody is starting hard.

Damn bitchy, spoiled prima donna car....... He knows he is the number 1 914 in the garage.

Somebody scratch my balls

All I can say is when they do talk to you, you'd better respond or things get bad quickly. Almost like a marriage, huh?

I figured out what had him all riled up... Broken fitting on the air/water intercooler. Should be an easy fix and it was a closed loop system so the engine coolant was not compromised. Could have been much worse... Brass reducer cracked. Blue hose fitting threads are galled up...

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