We all are familiar with the fact that under bonnet temperatures can reach quite high levels. Come to think of, so do outside bonnet temperatures to the extent that one can hardly touch the bonnet to check oil or water levels after, for instance, you have been on a high speed country drive.
I distinctly remember a return trip from Brisbane to Sydney on a particularly hot summer's day. The temperature would have been about 35 degrees (NOT Fahrenheit) and half way back at Coffs Harbour, I was just going to have a peep under the bonnet. Imagine my surprise - the bonnet and catch were so hot that you couldn't even touch them. Yet, doesn't it make you wonder how components can continue to work efficiently, despite all that heat, plus rubber, plastic and all other associated components that need to work properly to keep the car running ! I am sure that most of you are familiar with frying sausages on an exhaust manifold. Many years ago, a Rover P4 owner was quite smug in letting everyone know that he was going to cook his snags whilst driving to our destination. With great expectation he opened the bonnet (with every one looking on, of course) and picking off black cinder off the manifold. Not a sign of any snag, but just hyaneous laughter by the group hanging around ! Regards Styria
N.B. I am sure it sounded like hyenas laughing.....
I distinctly remember a return trip from Brisbane to Sydney on a particularly hot summer's day. The temperature would have been about 35 degrees (NOT Fahrenheit) and half way back at Coffs Harbour, I was just going to have a peep under the bonnet. Imagine my surprise - the bonnet and catch were so hot that you couldn't even touch them. Yet, doesn't it make you wonder how components can continue to work efficiently, despite all that heat, plus rubber, plastic and all other associated components that need to work properly to keep the car running ! I am sure that most of you are familiar with frying sausages on an exhaust manifold. Many years ago, a Rover P4 owner was quite smug in letting everyone know that he was going to cook his snags whilst driving to our destination. With great expectation he opened the bonnet (with every one looking on, of course) and picking off black cinder off the manifold. Not a sign of any snag, but just hyaneous laughter by the group hanging around ! Regards Styria
N.B. I am sure it sounded like hyenas laughing.....