Hi, I'm Jenny, I may be over 40 years old, but I don't really look my age. Sure, I've been around the block, and I leak, squeak, and rattle, but nobody's perfect. When you open my hood you'll find no surprises, I'm a mostly stock old girl. 305 LG4 700R4...
So a girl got a bit of sun for the first time in many months, it was quite nice. When meathead started talking about replacing all those bits and pieces, and then ripped me apart, I'll admit, a girl was worried. I figured I'd be just another lost project, left to rot in a cold garage. Nope, here I am outside... I'm pretty naked but I'm outside. I sure hope he's gonna get the hood on soon. I mean, if he even attempts to leave the street like this, I'm stalling.
Oh man, I'm in for it now. What is this idiot even doing?? My radio was working, now there's an embarrassing hole in my dash board again, and meathead over there is standing in his pajama bottoms, with his old man glasses, looking at schematics.
Like that moron has any clue what's going on, good grief, I don't think I'm going to be recovering from this one. see more here
So I overheard that idiot say he's going to butcher my fan shroud to fit that stupid radiator. Well, that's not exactly what he said, but I'm expecting the worst. This radiator belongs in a Nova or Chevelle, maybe a Camaro, but not my generation.
The only radiator he could find that fits was plastic garbage and tiny. Also, he just insists on keeping the mechanical fan, I mean what is the obsession? A perfectly good set of electric fans would do the job, but no, he resists at every turn. First he replaced the fan with a five blade, then the clutch, and now this, good grief, life doesn't need to be this difficult. Wish me luck.