Bruce
Senior Member
We drove the Roadster about 6 miles to the next town to get hamburgers at the local pub. It is a tradition; Wednesday night = burgers at Maple Park. Last night our 22-year-old daughter hopped into the rumble seat, so we were "hauling" about 140 lbs more than usual. And we were driving pretty quick -- maybe 50 or 55. No breeze to speak of and temperatures about 90 degrees.
I glanced down at the temp gauge, which has been stuck at thermostat opening 165 degrees all summer. Even on very hot days. Wow! The needle was straight up and down. 190 degrees and a tick. I immediately started kicking myself for having retorqued the head on Sunday afternoon. Shuda left well enough alone.
I slowed down to 40, then 35 mph. The needle was still painted at 190. It was HOT in the cockpit, too.
Finally I pulled into the shade next to the pub and shut off the engine. I was opening the hood when my bride pointed out the lid to the tour box behind the front bumper. It was standing open.
I lowered it and fastened the hasp ... overheating problem fixed ... before heading into the bar to treat myself to a cold one.
Man. I do good work.
Here's a picture of the Roadster with the offending tour box.
I glanced down at the temp gauge, which has been stuck at thermostat opening 165 degrees all summer. Even on very hot days. Wow! The needle was straight up and down. 190 degrees and a tick. I immediately started kicking myself for having retorqued the head on Sunday afternoon. Shuda left well enough alone.
I slowed down to 40, then 35 mph. The needle was still painted at 190. It was HOT in the cockpit, too.
Finally I pulled into the shade next to the pub and shut off the engine. I was opening the hood when my bride pointed out the lid to the tour box behind the front bumper. It was standing open.
I lowered it and fastened the hasp ... overheating problem fixed ... before heading into the bar to treat myself to a cold one.
Man. I do good work.
Here's a picture of the Roadster with the offending tour box.