By naterisch
05/16/2016
Last week, I was walking cheerfully down the path of dealing with Otto’s low compression in #3 cylinder, at least as cheerfully as one can walk when one was a mouse click away from listing a car on eBay, then decided to do a compression test, got a bad result, and had to postpone the sale and yank the head off.
By naterisch
05/08/2016
Recently, my wife and I purchased a house with one feature that catered to my car obsession: a garage. However, before moving in, I had already decided that I wouldn’t be someone who uses the garage as surrogate for an attic; garages are for cars, dammit!
By naterisch
05/08/2016
When last we saw Otto, his head was literally dangling from the ceiling of my garage. Pretty grisly. Once the head was off, I slid the head gasket off the top of the block and held it in front of me like a prize bass, fully expecting to see clear evidence of failure between the #3 compression ring and one of the coolant passages.
By naterisch
05/01/2016
This is a tale of loss and redemption, of bidding farewell to an old friend, and of new beginnings. When last we spoke, I was dealing with a broken turbo on our 2011 X5 diesel. As I weighed the pros and cons of repairing the beast, Betty arrived at a simpler solution: “Replace it,” she said.
By naterisch
05/01/2016
We interrupt this series on the Decapitation of Otto to bring you something less greasy and possibly more useful. Last week I was preparing to attend the Nor’East 02ers’ Spring Drive. I was going to take Otto, but he was, well, you know, decapitated. So I prepared to take Kugel, my ’72 2002tii, out of storage.

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