Hey, There, Roadster Owners -
Chicken Little, here, reporting with some chagrin, that, as it turns
out, the sky probably wasn't actually falling after all.
I took the excellent advice of several of you, and slipped off the belts
so that I could spin the water pump and alternator freely. Gary Boone
wins the prize for guessing the actual problem that had Chicken Little
freaked out: one of the fins on the alternator fan was longer than the
others, and was hitting the lower alternator mounting bolt. I filed it
down, tried out the car, and all seems well again. There was a rattle
that showed up at one point, but it wasn't constant, and I'm not afraid
of it, so I have a better chance of thinking that one through
rationally, whatever it is.
I amaze myself at how medieval my thinking is, when it comes to cars:
ignorance leads to fear, and wild imaginings. A better approach might
be logical thinking, and systematic trouble-shooting, but I'm still
learning how to apply that to cars.
You folks are terrific! There's no two ways about it. I love this list.
Thank you, all, for your very quick, intelligent, kind assistance.
C.L.
(John Stromgren)
1970 2000
Portsmouth, NH
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