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Waiting for me to explain???? Oh Sure...... Well leme see...
The is a wicked big hole on the top of the car below the windshild, that allows all mannor of crud into the car. Rain, Chamber pot bucket materials when parked in the big city, snow, cat markin's. leaves, confetti from WW-2 that still is on the loose, and about 4 tiny holes per side to let it out... That is what of it does not get caught up in the blower intake...
In my neck O' the woods oak, maple, beech, birch, and yuppers get in there and are never seen again untill it is pure iron oxide compost!
The insuring of fresh air keeps the compost from wicked stink, until a cat decides that is the "spot", which in my opinion is one of the best uses for WD-40 as there ever was since it is a miserable excuse for a lubricant.
I have no idea if iron oxide compost with a good dose of WD-40 is good for anything, but I would rather doubt it.
What I do not understand is that there is no way into this area that is made to access it for any rust repair.
Pretty much I have sealed off the forward part of the rockers in my case, and made almost as big a hole on each side so the tide can go as fast as it comes, and since it was not possible to seal off the rockers in my case 100% some air can make it to the rear of said rockers... So maybe they can air dry some day in a Texas scrap pile headed to Japan so they can sell us back the old rust buckets as New Cars.
When they get mine they will be able to build a new road to the River Kuwi which is in China. If not they can send it to Brier Rabbit for the tar with in..
My Volvo is not a boat and so No Water shall be found with in my Volvo hence more if I can do anything about it!!!
If I can create some device to stop water entering, and still have air come in thats cool with me. A reversed cover would about do it for me with a vac operated door, that closes when the car engine is off.....
That would keep out cats I guess.... I have 3 cats and they don't do such things... Not on my cars anyway....
Presently 1 cat has tar paws and has walked on my best blankets, and has left paw prints on my fresh paint, but he is what he is and I guess so long as he ain't pourin water down that damn vent, it will be ok with me...
Now if I could figure away to tar up things in there some how, then I would not be sitting here ranting like the mad mac I am, but would be sloppin tar over all those parts and places just like Johnny Tar in the old tall ships of the 18th century. As I say the skies once more DUMP buckets upon buckets of RAIN from the sky..
Think I'll go grab up my Brown Bess and take a few skyward pots shots and have a pull on the rum keg... ;) Mac
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