It seems my Stagea is getting crapped on and not by Legnum drivers. No a visiting gang of menacing sparrows have decided my Nissan is a fantastic canvas to cover in bird poo. And they have really put some time and effort in making a mess all over it while it sits in the carport, looking sharp.
So this weekend I had a look at some successful possible solutions that didn’t invest in some kind of firearms license.
Time to change your disc brake pads? Time to break out the cube!
No not the Nissan Cube, a brake piston cube!
Save yourself some time, arm strain and possible frustration. Treat yourself to a breaker bar today! Read more
I’d owned my Nissan Stagea for all of 3 days when a tripled light warning flashed up one night on the way to a friends house. Not ideal considering one of those lights was ‘check engine’ and I figured I’d bought pure citrus.
After a quick Googling it seemed at least one of my coil packs were having a rough time…not an end of the world scenario but not ideal for proper running..
I was searching for the price of a Holden Camira wagon on Gumtree (don’t ask, long story) and instead tripped over what’s best described as a tribute to Top Gear/one hell of an automotive experiment..
New Years Eve – I should have been putting some ice on the Coronas, party pies in the oven and some resolutions on my to do list in preparation for howling at the moon around midnight. Instead I was driving from town to town playing a game of ‘Do I have enough juice to make it to the next service station?’
AKA Now that I’ve finally gotten around to replacing my oxygen sensor in the Stagea, lets make sure it’s doing what it’s supposed to be doing.
So I just bought a 2000 Nissan Stagea (more about the overall car coming soon) and the only problem I’ve come across so far is a supreme lack of illumination under the Stagea shifter (the automatic shifter P-R-N-D-3-2 gear panel). Luckily it’s a pretty easy fix and only takes a few minutes to get it to show up in the dark once more.
Surely I’m not the only one that’s walked into a car parts store that caters for every make and model under the sun, only to walk out empty handed because the one and only car they don’t happen to have parts for just happens to be mine…
If your windscreen wipers are starting to look a little shabby (the whole mechanism, not just the blades themselves) then there’s a few options. You could buy a whole new assembly, go to the wreckers for a better-than-your-current-set from a similar model or do what we did: break out the tools and really get to work. (Note: there’s not that much work involved.)
It’s always the way isn’t it? If it isn’t one thing it’s another – case in point for project WRX was just finishing up the pulley swapover when the Subaru power steering pump started to groan like a small business getting a massive tax bill. A power steering noise? And here I was thinking that was the end of the whining in the Rex’s engine bay…
A tale of the importance of checking everything when buying a second hand car. Especially the things you wouldn’t even think of at first glance…like the rubber grommets on the gearbox..
The latest edition to the Driveanotherday HQ is a 1994 Australian delivered Subaru Impreza WRX, completely stock save for the nice boxer rumble from the dealer fitted Lucas exhaust. And while this low k, well kept example cruises very nicely on the open highway, it’s come with a high pitched whine very similar to a supercharger winding up…
Depending on where you drive, sometimes your car windows attract more crud and crap than the underside of a well worn engine bay. And when your windscreen wipers throw up the white flag of defeat against the grime build up (or spend more time smearing it further across the glass) then sometimes it’s time to call in the big guns (and possibly change your wiper blades)…
This is what a 1987 Mitsubishi Colt is supposed to look like..
It’s amazing what’s ended up in my tool kit here at DriveanotherdayHQ since I decided that DIY car maintenance should be something I should learn – over the years many random brand name sockets (of all sizes and qualities) have ended up grouped together in a massive tool tub in the shed. Of course I can never find the right socket at the right time which is why I always have a set of ring spanners on standby in the hope they’ll be of some assistance…
