I have a 94" V6 ISUZU RODEO and it keeps overheating, i took the thermostat out and my water pump seems to be good because it is not leaking. When it overheats steam comes the area of the block. Does anybody have any helpful info? thanx
try a block sealant
being a 1960 model, this car was built before VIN numbers were cast in the engine block, and therefore we cannot say for certain. This 1960 ...
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