So today (day after turbo install)... I was getting on the hwy in fletcher to pick up my business partner in Flat Rock, and before I did, I decided to pull in the Shell station to tweek a few things. Well I park, pop the hood, get out, look behind me, and happen to notice a long black trail of oil behind my car. I follow it with my eye through the stoplight, and up over the bridge. OH s**t!!! I quickly walk to the front of the car, and just as im lifting the hood, notice a burning black puddle quickly developing around my foot. DOUBLE OOHH SHITT... (im thinking oil return line ( best case scenerio)... Open the hood, and what do I see. Oil dripping all over my manifold, turbo, radiator... etc.
By now, Im freaking out. (that deap sickening feeling in the bottom of your gut).
Im looking around, trying to figure out what the hecks happening, when dude in a red 240 ( sr20?? or something swap)... and he offers me a hand. We both look it over, and find that the nylon line feeding the oil pressure gauge (soppost to save my engine.) has torn off, and almost blown my engine.
All and All, I ended up losing two quarts, a trip to Lowes (thanks to turbocivic Thumbs Up ), ruined shoes/pants, a huge sticky mess, and about 2 hours wasted time. At least my car is still alive. (whew)
By now, Im freaking out. (that deap sickening feeling in the bottom of your gut).
Im looking around, trying to figure out what the hecks happening, when dude in a red 240 ( sr20?? or something swap)... and he offers me a hand. We both look it over, and find that the nylon line feeding the oil pressure gauge (soppost to save my engine.) has torn off, and almost blown my engine.
All and All, I ended up losing two quarts, a trip to Lowes (thanks to turbocivic Thumbs Up ), ruined shoes/pants, a huge sticky mess, and about 2 hours wasted time. At least my car is still alive. (whew)
