Bags of parts

As you know my dear Betty is getting old and grumpy. She has not wanted to distribute air as I would like her to as of late, all is blowing on the windshield.

So after work yesterday I pulled in to our garage and started to take the dashboard apart to get to the fan, John (my car guru and brother in law) says I have a vacuum leak that causes this problem.

Armed with every tool I have and a flashlight I went at it while Milu cheered me on and encouraged me with wet kisses. A few cuss words later I had half the dash apart, there's a lot of little clips and screws involved keeping a dash together, who would have known.

When Marta came home all she said was; Wow.

I think I will give up on this and bite the bullet and take the car to my mechanic, two bags of miscellaneous car parts and my check book in hand. I'm sure I get a discount since all they have to do is take the fan (big black plastic box) out. I mean, I see it right there behind the radio, how hard can it be.