My recent rant about emission tests on my 1986 Mitsubishi Mighty Max wasn’t completely justified. While I’m still pissed about the whole “greenie” air quality scam, the test failure is on me.
I found a mechanic who is old enough to know how to work on “ancient” iron (not easy to find). It turns out there is a broken rocker arm and I’m lucky an intake valve didn’t get sucked into the piston and ruin the whole engine.
He will go ahead with the repairs and I will punish one of my credit cards.
It isn’t fun getting old. This repair is well within my ranch raised skill set but my 77 year old fingers aren’t up to the task.
On the bright side, finding the problem now is better than finding it on Rollins Pass 75 miles from civilization.
Picture is off the internet but the color is correct.



