I’ve found something to aspire to. After my last week fighting phantom mis-fires, flashing MIL’s and what are hopefully dummies on the internet, I wish my car would blow up and die. At least then I wouldn’t feel like I’d be chasing phantom problems and removing air boxes and batteries with all my barn time. I could move on… to a brand new car?? An EVO X? Sure as hell won’t be a BRZ or anything else with a Subaru powerplant.
Oh man, that sucks Q.
Why subie so weird? Just bad management, or super picky sensors?
Weird or just unknown? Definitely a little weird. That said, the amount of shit I had apart last week means that it is become familiar. Hands and fingers of Subaru techs must be twice as strong and hard of those of other techs. Subaru must sell thirty times as many gaskets as other brands too… you can barely work on anything at all without breaking a seal or two.
That said, my trials of last week have enabled a fondness to develop, although I still strongly lament that I had to get my hands dirty at all in this way.
New parts installed but it’s still barely gets out of the driveway. The manual says I’m chasing a short. Burn it.