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Originally Posted by Ultramaroon
RZNT4R reminded me of how spoiled we are with with our non-corrosive winters. I grew up just across the lake from Toronto and, while we didn't have wheel speed sensors, I can easily picture the failures he describes.
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Ha ha ha ha. Memories. Seems like all of my old British cars had stuff falling off. A door falling off onto the sidewalk is no way to impress a girl on a first date. So many rust stories, but one that is classic: I was driving my Austin Mini westbound on I-80 in New Jersey when I noticed the dash lights blinking and the ammeter going nuts. Checking the mirrors and preparing to drive off to the shoulder, I saw in the rear view mirror a trail of liquid and black stuff. The battery box sits in the floor of the “Boot” and the bottom rusted out causing the battery to fall through and drag by the cables on the ground. The bottom of the battery wore down exposing the plates and draining the acid. Since the engine was easy to start by pushing the car and it had a generator, I drove home and stole a battery out of my Triumph so I could do my pizza delivery that night. Helps to have a buddy with a welding torch. Rust happens.