Tony braced for the price. But Dez just laughed. “Relax. A chemical flush, backflush, new coolant, the works. But I’m not gonna lie—it’s messy. And you’re gonna watch.”
“Coolant system?” Dez asked, not really a question. radiator flush moorebank
When he finally poured the fresh green coolant in—a perfect 50/50 mix—the Commodore started with a purr. The temp needle sat right where it belonged. Tony drove out onto the Hume Highway, the air conditioning actually cold for the first time in a year. Tony braced for the price
“Dead. Cooked. Kaput,” Tony said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I think she’s sludged up. She’s been running hot for weeks. I just… kept adding water.” ” Tony said