Radiator Flush - Moorebank Fix

Dez grabbed a flashlight and peered into the radiator cap. He grimaced. “Yep. That’s not coolant, mate. That’s iced coffee. Thick, rusty, chunky iced coffee. You need a full radiator flush—Moorebank style.”

Inside, a mechanic named Dez looked up from a tyre balancing machine. He had the calm, tired eyes of someone who’d seen every shade of automotive disaster. radiator flush moorebank

He didn’t say thanks. He just revved once at the Midas bay doors. Dez gave a lazy wave, already moving on to the next car. Dez grabbed a flashlight and peered into the radiator cap

When he finally poured the fresh green coolant in—a perfect 50/50 mix—the Commodore started with a purr. The temp needle sat right where it belonged. Tony drove out onto the Hume Highway, the air conditioning actually cold for the first time in a year. That’s not coolant, mate

“See that?” Dez pointed to chunks of scale falling onto the concrete. “That’s your engine trying to die. This? This is a second chance.”

“Coolant system?” Dez asked, not really a question.