So there we were, in every expedition driver/off road enthusiast's worst nightmare.
Traffic.
I was in my 1991 Renix special Jeep XJ, and everybody else was in the tried and true Gen III Monty. 100 degrees weather, on asphalt, with a bunch of other cars, moving about 1 vehicle length every 15 minutes. Recipe for disaster. So, at the most appropriate moment, which was at about 200m from normal driving at highway speeds, what happens? You guessed it, the jeep spews coolant everywhere and my hood cowling looks like the blow hole of a blue whale. But of course, the Monty is just fine, with the A/C blasting ice cold air on everybody in their leather seats. I'm sitting there in the Jeep ... sweating buckets to reduce load shedding on the Chrysler engine that is known to run ostensibly hot.
The verdict:
Jeep: Blown head gasket, cracked at least two heads, drug into a parking lot by the Montero.
I swear ... I could almost hear that Monty still laughing at me for driving a Jeep ...
Traffic.
I was in my 1991 Renix special Jeep XJ, and everybody else was in the tried and true Gen III Monty. 100 degrees weather, on asphalt, with a bunch of other cars, moving about 1 vehicle length every 15 minutes. Recipe for disaster. So, at the most appropriate moment, which was at about 200m from normal driving at highway speeds, what happens? You guessed it, the jeep spews coolant everywhere and my hood cowling looks like the blow hole of a blue whale. But of course, the Monty is just fine, with the A/C blasting ice cold air on everybody in their leather seats. I'm sitting there in the Jeep ... sweating buckets to reduce load shedding on the Chrysler engine that is known to run ostensibly hot.
The verdict:
Jeep: Blown head gasket, cracked at least two heads, drug into a parking lot by the Montero.
I swear ... I could almost hear that Monty still laughing at me for driving a Jeep ...