Greetings!
I bring tales of when a call to action is combined with ignorance.
Well, my engine has an issue with hot starts, and I thought it might be the cats, because I had spoken to someone who had experienced bad cats on a Mercury Marquis. They had the cats removed, and the problem was fixed.
I checked the codes and it gave me code 37, which meant excessive exhaust back pressure.
I decided that I would disconnect the cats with a circular saw and then replace them with straight pipes.
On the second to final cut, the fucking exhaust dropped down and hit me on the nose.
Okay, now that you stopped laughing at me, it's just a little broken, you could hardly tell really.
Anyway, I tied it with rope and drove to an auto shop, where the guy fixed it for a hundred dollars.
The whole time, this loudmouthed, alpha male guy was constantly bullying and demeaning the guy who was doing the job, some random looking kid. He said "you turned a 20 minute job into a 2 hour fucking fiasco" because the kid welded it up in the wrong position, so that it was touching a control arm. He got it fixed after another 20 minutes of his boss blaming him and calling him names etc. That guy has some issues, and I didn't like it when he implied that Panthers were old technology.
Anyway, car seems to run better without cats, but I can still hear a little phhht phhht from the exhaust, I guess that kids welding skills need improving! I'll have to seal it with some quicksteel putty, that will work.
Over and out!
I bring tales of when a call to action is combined with ignorance.
Well, my engine has an issue with hot starts, and I thought it might be the cats, because I had spoken to someone who had experienced bad cats on a Mercury Marquis. They had the cats removed, and the problem was fixed.
I checked the codes and it gave me code 37, which meant excessive exhaust back pressure.
I decided that I would disconnect the cats with a circular saw and then replace them with straight pipes.
On the second to final cut, the fucking exhaust dropped down and hit me on the nose.
Okay, now that you stopped laughing at me, it's just a little broken, you could hardly tell really.
Anyway, I tied it with rope and drove to an auto shop, where the guy fixed it for a hundred dollars.
The whole time, this loudmouthed, alpha male guy was constantly bullying and demeaning the guy who was doing the job, some random looking kid. He said "you turned a 20 minute job into a 2 hour fucking fiasco" because the kid welded it up in the wrong position, so that it was touching a control arm. He got it fixed after another 20 minutes of his boss blaming him and calling him names etc. That guy has some issues, and I didn't like it when he implied that Panthers were old technology.
Anyway, car seems to run better without cats, but I can still hear a little phhht phhht from the exhaust, I guess that kids welding skills need improving! I'll have to seal it with some quicksteel putty, that will work.
Over and out!
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