The Hillbilly Stretch-Limo (my 6-door Superduty project)
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Dustin had a vendor booth today at the 2018 Import Spring Showoff car show and he invited me to display my truck. A lifted six door Ford truck at an import show? Why not? I dont regret a minute of it! I had fun all day long with the crew and other customers from Nip N Tuck Performance, I got into the show for free, I got to see a bunch of really cool cars, and Dustin paid for lunch at the Thai food truck!
I got tons of people taking pics, commenting about my truck, and lots of people on their tip-toes trying to look inside!
I got tons of people taking pics, commenting about my truck, and lots of people on their tip-toes trying to look inside!
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What's the best way to make your heart drop out of your chest? Hearing the warning chime sound and seeing the "LOW OIL PRESSURE" warning in the information center of your truck in which you've just installed a rebuilt engine that you spent eleventeen thousand dollars on! That's not a good time!
Last week when I was driving the Redneck Limousine to work (I know, it's foolish to use for commuting in!) when I slowed for a traffic jam, I heard the warning "ding!" sound. I looked down at the gauges and saw the "LOW OIL PRESSURE" warning flashing on the info center. no. no. no. No. No! NO! NO! NOOOO! I pulled right over and shut down ASAP. I pulled out my ELM327 and read codes (there are still several DTCs from the original instal that I haven't addressed yet) and didn't find any new ones. Good. I checked the oil level. Good. I smelled the oil. No diesel. Smelled new. Looked clear still. Good. At this point I was calmed down from my near-panick. Then I had the thought: If there truly was zero oil pressure, the HPOP would have starved, causing the engine to shut down. I consulted my good friend, Google, who seemed to confirm my suspicion, and led me to believe that the oil pressure sending unit was kablooied. I shone my flashlight down in front of the turbo onto the sending unit and saw that the electrical connector was seeping oil. BINGO! I drove to the parts store, bought a new sending unit, drove home, and discovered that I didn't have a deep well socket that fit it. I drove back to the store, bought the correct socket, drove home and installed the new sending unit. The task took less than half an hour, but it was a 95 degree day, so it seemed much longer with the sun beating upon my back!
I'll accept a $35 sensor failure over a catastrophic internal engine failure any day!
Also, I started to recharge the AC system the other day, got in 2 cans of 134A with PAG oil, was starting on the first can of straight 134A when the compressor seized up and almost smoked my serpentine belt. I think I'll buy one of those AC rebuild kit packages that includes the compressor, condenser, and drier. And I'd better get it done sooner than later, because a large black cabin absorbing star radiation in 95 degree days requires a robust air conditioning system!!
Last week when I was driving the Redneck Limousine to work (I know, it's foolish to use for commuting in!) when I slowed for a traffic jam, I heard the warning "ding!" sound. I looked down at the gauges and saw the "LOW OIL PRESSURE" warning flashing on the info center. no. no. no. No. No! NO! NO! NOOOO! I pulled right over and shut down ASAP. I pulled out my ELM327 and read codes (there are still several DTCs from the original instal that I haven't addressed yet) and didn't find any new ones. Good. I checked the oil level. Good. I smelled the oil. No diesel. Smelled new. Looked clear still. Good. At this point I was calmed down from my near-panick. Then I had the thought: If there truly was zero oil pressure, the HPOP would have starved, causing the engine to shut down. I consulted my good friend, Google, who seemed to confirm my suspicion, and led me to believe that the oil pressure sending unit was kablooied. I shone my flashlight down in front of the turbo onto the sending unit and saw that the electrical connector was seeping oil. BINGO! I drove to the parts store, bought a new sending unit, drove home, and discovered that I didn't have a deep well socket that fit it. I drove back to the store, bought the correct socket, drove home and installed the new sending unit. The task took less than half an hour, but it was a 95 degree day, so it seemed much longer with the sun beating upon my back!
I'll accept a $35 sensor failure over a catastrophic internal engine failure any day!
Also, I started to recharge the AC system the other day, got in 2 cans of 134A with PAG oil, was starting on the first can of straight 134A when the compressor seized up and almost smoked my serpentine belt. I think I'll buy one of those AC rebuild kit packages that includes the compressor, condenser, and drier. And I'd better get it done sooner than later, because a large black cabin absorbing star radiation in 95 degree days requires a robust air conditioning system!!