The van is sick. Quite sick, I’m afraid. I might be wrong, but I’m very certain that the head gasket is about to blow. It’s a long story; suffice it to say that our shopping expedition yesterday was delayed when the engine overheated. We managed to get it close enough to home to get Eric’s car so we could start buying the stuff that didn’t make it back here from Italy.
I can’t complain–much. The timing could have been much worse, and it does have a little over 99,000 miles on it. It’s time for things to need replacing, and the head gasket is less expensive than a new vehicle.
It still stinks.