Christmas Day, Papa Bear and I headed out to the garage to change out the headlights. Papa Bear was skeptical that it would be a simple fix. I had watched YouTube videos and figured we had this handled. Sure 'nuff, it was as simple as the video had led me to believe. There wasn't even any swearing involved. THAT is an accomplishment, people! A couple of days later I watched another YouTube video and figured out how to align the headlights as well.
Race car before
Race car after
Doesn't the race car look pretty?! BTW, the pictures were taken using my Christmas present from the year before...a Kindle. Pretty awesome.
Later that day, I drove the race car over to my favorite coffee shop for some seriously needed caffeine. Since it was such a beautiful day, the convertible top went down on the race car (Song friend would be so proud of me!) Arriving at G.G.'s for Christmas dinner, I went to put the top up and noticed it was taking a very long time to close. One repair done, another comes along to take it's place.
I had some free time in the following days so I did what every capable woman can do...I googled the problem, "Convertible top going up slowly". Guess what appeared? A YouTube video! I watched a gentleman take the back seat out of his race car, pop up the hydraulic fluid tank for the convertible motor, refill it with the correct fluid and voila! Problem solved.
I contemplated, did I dare take apart my car and try this? Papa Bear questioned the validity of the YouTube video but what, really, did I have to lose? So a couple of Sundays ago, I gathered the necessary items. Dexeran III, ratchet, turkey baster, cloth for spills and my courage. It took 10 seconds to get one side of the bottom of the backseat up and 5 minutes for the other side (could NOT find that latch!) and out popped the bottom backseat. That piece is amazing light. Then I set to work on the bolts on the back part of the seat. Once I had the tools correct, the bolts were out and I was moving on to taking that seat up. On to the motor and filling the tank and finally the hardest part...getting the rubber stopper back into the tiny hole in the tank. A pair of pliers and a maybe a few swear words (I am my Father's daughter) and the stopper was in, the tank was back in place and I was tentatively starting the car. It WORKED!! The top went back up and down pretty smoothly...a new motor may be in the future but hopefully the DISTANT future. A little clean up and the seats went back with ease. Game, set, match.
The sad part of this story is the race car still needed some work. Yes, I drive a Ford and yes, I do know that Ford is an acronym for Fix-Or-Repair-Daily.
This past weekend I tackled the next problem...the leaky convertible top. See, when I was googling the motor problem, I also googled the leak problem. Turns out that's most likely a pretty simple fix. I just needed some free time and a day that was dry and 70 degrees or above to tackle the leak. Seeing as how I live in the part of the country where the "Ridiculously Resilient Ridge" of high pressure (as a Stanford Professor has named it) is refusing to let rain anywhere near the state, well, dry and 70 degree weather is in abundance.
I located the most likely source of the leak, patched it up and will stubbornly wait for it to rain in California to see if the problem has been solved. I may be waiting a long time.
In the meantime, there is a point to my relating these tales to you...stay tuned for part 2!