I got to the cruise about 7 am this morning and you could actually cruise around a little without sitting still in hours of traffic. A pretty wicked caged, hangin' fuel pump Fox coupe wants to run me.
We get to the underpass at I-696, and go from a 2nd gear roll. As soon as I wind out 2nd, my car falls on it's face, stalls, and won't start back up. I pull off to the side, and pop the hood.
My power steering pump was locked up and leaking like a stuck pig.
I got a quick ride home from my dad in his Vette, grabbed some tools and a spare pump I had, and did the swap on Woodward. Up and running like new. At first I thought the motor had seized, but luckily it was just the pump.
That was the first time my Mustang has EVER broken down on me.