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(New page: Here you are driving down the street enjoying the sound of the car and the tunes coming from the dash when you suddenly realize that you are passing the street that you want. You jab on th...)
 
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Here you are driving down the street enjoying the sound of the car and the tunes coming from the dash when you suddenly realize that you are passing the street that you want. You jab on the brake but are not fast enough and you slide past it. In your haste, you jam the stick into reverse and hit the gas. [['''BANG''']] All of a sudden you have strange screeching and clattering  noises coming from under the hood. What the hell! You shut it down and get out to open the hood. With the hood open, you start to look around the engine bay but there appears to be nothing wrong. You jump back in start it up and it idles fine. A couple of small pulses on the pedal assures you its OK. You pop it in to gear and step on the gas. You hear a big CLUNK and there's that clattering noise back again. You immediately shut it down again and all is quiet as you wonder aloud, "What the hells that??". You pop the hood and have a better look around this time. You notice now that there is a chunk taken out of the rad shroud and the fan blade is scratched and bent slightly. The engine has a slight list to one side and the puddle of antifreeze that used to sit by the thermostat housing has now shifted towards the head. You go back in and hit the key but this time as the starter turns the engine over that strange noises are re-occurring over again and you shut it off. A few of the locals start moving towards your car and a passing motorist asks if you need help. You are now painfully aware that you are blocking the intersection and questions and no answers are echoing in the back of your head. A couple of the locals are looking under your hood and nodding amongst each other as you hear someone say, "Looks like a broken motor mount to me!". You instantly have visions of the engine falling out there on the street as you carefully open the door and get out of the car. As you meet at the front of the car, one gray haired gent says, "Yep, it looks the motor mount, Son." Many questions come to mind.
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Here you are driving down the street enjoying the sound of the car and the tunes coming from the dash when you suddenly realize that you are passing the street that you want. You jab on the brake but are not fast enough and you slide past it. In your haste, you jam the stick into reverse and hit the gas. [['''BANG''']] All of a sudden you have strange screeching and clattering  noises coming from under the hood. What the hell! You shut it down and get out to open the hood.
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With the hood open, you start to look around the engine bay but there appears to be nothing wrong. You jump back in start it up and it idles fine. A couple of small pulses on the pedal assures you its OK. You pop it in to gear and step on the gas. You hear a big CLUNK and there's that clattering noise back again. You immediately shut it down again and all is quiet as you wonder aloud, "What the hells that??".  
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You pop the hood and have a better look around this time. You notice now that there is a chunk taken out of the rad shroud and the fan blade is scratched and bent slightly. The engine has a slight list to one side and the puddle of antifreeze that used to sit by the thermostat housing has now shifted towards the head. You go back in and hit the key but this time as the starter turns the engine over that strange noises are re-occurring over again and you shut it off.  
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A few of the locals start moving towards your car and a passing motorist asks if you need help. You are now painfully aware that you are blocking the intersection and questions and no answers are echoing in the back of your head. A couple of the locals are looking under your hood and nodding amongst each other as you hear someone say, "Looks like a broken motor mount to me!". You instantly have visions of the engine falling out there on the street as you carefully open the door and get out of the car. As you meet at the front of the car, one gray haired gent says, "Yep, it looks the motor mount, Son." Many questions come to mind.
  
  

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