A/C Makes Milk a Good Choice

Today was a good day. I conquered a lingering task that has relinquished control of my melting spirit. Ok, a litle dramatic, but let's see you go through a third summer without A/C in your car. I know, I know, many people do it. We aren't talking about those people here. I need my A/C and for the sake of my passengers that have to deal with my soon-to-be-patented arm-out-the-window-A/C-alternate-system speech (I like dashes can't you tell!).

My first step into A/C greatness resided with me taking time to pull apart my dash in order to remove the evaporator and expansion valve for diagnostic testing. It really wasn't a daunting task, but you better believe I showed off the prize in hand like King Kong after a hard fought battle with some T-Rexs. To make a long story short, two years of A/C trouble will be culminating into a wonderful love story between a man and his frozen nipples. That's right people, I am keeping R12 refrigerant in my system. Friend of a friend of a friend of Kevin Bacon kind of deal.

Next project: The leaky A/C compressor that pumps luke-warm air into my house.

I wasn't meant to live with A/C apparently.

Milk is always a bad choice for me.