So after over an hour of struggling with rock-hard rubber and a just-too-big aftermarket fuel filter in freezing weather, the part change is complete. My hands wreak like gasoline and the backs of my hands are all scratched up. What was the analysis from the destruction of the previous filter? Not much.

The old filter — which was very old — looked rough, but once sliced open I found no blockages. To be fair, I’ve never seen a fuel filter that dirty. I just don’t think it was the culprit. It smelled horrible, like rotting corn. I’ll drive it some more tomorrow to confirm if the idling issue still persists, which I expect it to.

Doggo slept in the back of the car while I toiled with a $3 piece of plastic. I’m glad she likes that, because she’ll be spending a lot of time in the garage with me at this rate.