Came home for lunch to meet the chimney sweepers. I park on the street to let them have the driveway.
As I'm walking to the house, I notice an Exxon Valdeze style oil slick on my driveway - in the Disco parking spot. <knot in stomach> So I'm all pissed off because my Disco has been virtually leak free but I had just done the 60k service a month ago and I've been a bit nervous that everything was done right. I figured the transmission filter pan had blown off, a differential was leaking or my engine had sprung a leak. I checked the engine oil - everything was fine. So I pulled the Disco into the driveway and put a big piece of cardboard under to try and figure out where the leak was coming from.
After a couple mintues of driveway hand wringing, the chimney sweepers pull up and park next to the Disco. They tell me:
"Hey, we were here an hour ago, but it didn't look like anyone was home."
No shit dumbass, that's why I made the appointment for noon. A lightbulb goes off in my head:
"You guys didn't park right here, did you?" I ask, pointing to the impending wildlife catastrophe. Them:
"Yeah"
"Well, there's a pretty significant amount of oil..."
"Oh yeah, the oil sender unit got ripped off the rig headin' up the highway yesterday. She's been leaking oil like that since."
"Thanks guys, that's the best news I've heard all day."
Phew...the legend of the (mostly) leakproof Discovery lives on!
As I'm walking to the house, I notice an Exxon Valdeze style oil slick on my driveway - in the Disco parking spot. <knot in stomach> So I'm all pissed off because my Disco has been virtually leak free but I had just done the 60k service a month ago and I've been a bit nervous that everything was done right. I figured the transmission filter pan had blown off, a differential was leaking or my engine had sprung a leak. I checked the engine oil - everything was fine. So I pulled the Disco into the driveway and put a big piece of cardboard under to try and figure out where the leak was coming from.
After a couple mintues of driveway hand wringing, the chimney sweepers pull up and park next to the Disco. They tell me:
"Hey, we were here an hour ago, but it didn't look like anyone was home."
No shit dumbass, that's why I made the appointment for noon. A lightbulb goes off in my head:
"You guys didn't park right here, did you?" I ask, pointing to the impending wildlife catastrophe. Them:
"Yeah"
"Well, there's a pretty significant amount of oil..."
"Oh yeah, the oil sender unit got ripped off the rig headin' up the highway yesterday. She's been leaking oil like that since."
"Thanks guys, that's the best news I've heard all day."
Phew...the legend of the (mostly) leakproof Discovery lives on!
Sounds like you have had a good day!
