However, she's had a heart transplant. Two valves were bad. See that crack on the edge. Not good. The compression is supposed to be between 160-200 psi per cylinder. My best one was about 145, and the worst was 42. Well, I said it was missing on one cylinder. Got that right.
Here's the old ticker, and various veins and arteries, now headed for the scrap yard.
It took forever to get some of the parts. Even Subaru had trouble coughing up everything. But finally, it was all reassembled. I know only a moderate amount about engines. Enough to be dangerous, right? But my reaction was "shiny."
And a couple of days ago, it was finally back in the car.
Don't even ask what this cost. The answer is less than a different car, but I am really broke. Well, it runs nice. And I got it just in time for an adventure this weekend.
It's somewhat astounding to me that something with so many delicate and moving parts works when they put it all back together.
In other news: I worked for 5 hours on the book and did a few odds and ends.
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