Ugh. I suppose it was only a matter of time before my hard working battery decided it was well and truly sick of my antics and threw up the white flag of defeat. It was just annoying that it decided to die in an area where finding a replacement would be a task. Especially when I was already late for work to begin with…
Category Archives: DIY
The last thing on my list of stuff to knock over before going for a safety certificate and hopefully being able to finally register the Warwagon here in Queensland? The foot brake needed to be tightened. Now there’s a quick and dirty way to do this and then there’s the proper way..
The problem: Occasionally my six cylinders in the Stagea will drop down to five with no prior warning leaving me with a shaking engine and a sound like an ill WRX. This comes and goes randomly but usually occurs at low speeds. For a while I’ve suspected the coil packs were at fault but after some reading I’m not too sure. So yesterday it was a half day in the garage for some fine tuning and hopefully a solution…
If your headlights are cloudy up like a rough looking Monday afternoon and you can barely see the bulb behind the glass/plastic/Plexiglas/acrylic/lexan/whatever – it’s high time to break out the elbow grease and the headlight cleaner. However if you don’t have proper headlight cleaner on hand, we have discovered something that also works well…
It happened in this order: killed the fuel pump sender, then flattened the battery, then had to push my tank like wagon closer to my wife’s car to get it started and finally I got the kill switch working.
But hey, the good news is: The kill switch is working. Now if you want to steal my war wagon you’re going to have to brake your fingers to find the switch or put your back in it and push. And trust me, with this behemoth, pushing it anywhere is the last thing you want to do..
One day while attempting to climb into my Soarer for the commute to work, the lock refused to work. It jammed up more than your local freeway when a zombie outbreak occurs. This gave me a couple of options of course (after a week of climbing through the passenger door to drive anywhere)…and eventually a long hot afternoon of swearing at poorly written instructions in a central locking kit..
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 shitting 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.
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…