It actually all started on the trip home from Sahuarita to Mesa on Christmas day. I had pulled off onto the side of the road to check on something. When I re-entered the highway traffic it was with substantial exuberance . . . yes, exuberance is a good word for it. But with such exuberance comes a price. We began to cough and sputter and it was sometime before we discovered that it was not me but the car that was doing the coughing and sputtering.
I was certain that it was just a minor cold and everything would be better with a little rest so we parked our faithful steed in the barn for recovery after checking to ensure that there was nothing visibly wrong with the old girl. (It runs like a man but wheezes and whines like a girl, so this time it is a girl.)
When Monday came and she was no less whiney, I consented to call the doctor and took her in that same afternoon. The diagnosis was difficult but they finally concluded that she really was off her rocker and needed a new one. Well, actually, she had become a stripper and had stripped the threads right off of her rocker. So they drilled and tapped and put in a heli-coil and a new head gasket (I guess she had a headache, too) and she was good to go. I knew she just wanted a little attention but next time I'd like to do it at home so it won't cost so much.
By the way, if you didn't read this between the lines, the rocker pivots between the cams on the cam shaft and the valves (seen on the right of the picture) and open and close the valves so the darned thing can breath in and out. I guess she had a bad case of asthma until we got her back on her rocker.
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