No sparks for xtrail
How long ago was that? Was it long enough for rust to form inside the engine, and get into every electrical connection, every circuit on the car that didn't have a waterproof connection? Insurance companies have a name for flood damaged vehicles: "total loss". Even if you get it running again, you would never get rid of all the electrical gremlins-it would drive you crazy.
Some many years ago (1971), I was a young kid just out of the air force with a 1963 chevy pick-up, out on a lark, just seeing New Orleans and the gulf coast for the first time, trying to hook up with an old flame living in Biloxi, MS at the time, which never happened. Along came a hurricane named Camille, came ashore not far from Biloxi around 2 or 3 in the morning. I had found a shelter at a sea side hotel the afternoon before. Thought it would be a "Great Adventure" to see first hand a hurricane. I was like raw, you know? Driving along the gulf highway, storm clouds were forming, I see this big hotel with a large parking lot full of cars. The sea shore was just on my left off the highway, the parking lot was just to my right, with the hotel just behind the lot. I thought, these people must know what they are doing, seeking shelter in the hotel lobby for the storm. So I pulled my truck in there, and went inside to ride out the storm. When it got dark, the storm surge came in and covered the parking lot with about 4 or 5 feet of water. Next morning, when the surge subsided, I could only see the top half of my cab-the debris and lumber and stinky trash with the surge had filled up the parking lot. Had I pulled around to the other side of the hotel, on higher ground, no problem.
I dug my truck out, took me two days, young and innocent I didn't know squat about cars and mechanics, the whole truck was massively dented and scarred, rolled it backwards, and Aha! it started, sounded real odd and rough, but it was running. So I took it for a test drive. Went about 2 or 3 miles before the engine conked out, and that was the end of it. A hotel supervisor who organized a clean up detail for a basement bar there that was totally destroyed had seen me working out in the lot and offered me a job with their crew. I spent about a week there with them-just slept in the lobby for the first few nights afterward-the whole coast area around was pretty devastated and disorganized-but then the people at the hotel began giving me sidelong looks-I got the drift-I had overstayed my welcome, so I went uptown to a red cross shelter. About a week later, my dad and brother came down from Arkansas to rescue me. I showed them the truck, told them it was hopeless, lets just go. But they bought a towbar and we towed the truck back home. It never ran again. It didn't have not one single piece or part on it that could be taken off and even given away.
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