I started up my Pathfinder Monday morning, as usual, and when the engine turned over, something distinctly wrong happened. That smooth sound of six happy cylinders humming away was replaced with a “chug-chug-clank-chug” sound, that was not the sound of a healthy engine. Thinking it was the cold weather, I waited for the engine to warm up a bit, and gave it some gas to see if that would take the put it back to hum of the sympathy of cylinders back on track. Not a chance.
There was something wrong, and it was bad. I popped the hood, and could not find anything that stuck out with my eyes. The engine was running rough, and no matter what I tweaked, it made no difference. It was as if I was having a major timing problem, or I blew half my spark plugs. But from what?
I drove it to work. I made it, but it was a shaky ride. It was like riding on a sled, on a road full of large rocks, with no spring or shocks on the wheels. My back was sore from that first ride, but it seemed to get a little better on my way home, but just a little.
On Wednesday I took the Pathfinder a far as Langley City, were I found a shop that was close to where I work. I hoped they would let in without an appointment—they took me in. I left the truck with them and went to work. Later that night, I went back to collect my ride, and was shocked to find out that they could not fix it—this—after a $800.00 Bill! Sure, they got to run a little bit better, but the engine was still broken.
They told me that I had a rat’s nest in the plenum, and that they chewed all the wires around the engine block. The wires, and injectors tubes and other hoses had to be changed.
So I took it home, angry and insulted, and thinking what to do next.
Stay tuned for part 2.