A familiar sound slowly emerged while driving the Flex after the last couple months… a wheel bearing. At least this time around I didn’t need to spend hours beating the old one into submission to get it removed… it came out rather easily. My ego was slightly bruised once again however when I misdiagnosed which side the troublemaker was on. So once again… I had to do the job twice. Ugh.
While there, I also changed the oil (yep, that says two hundred and thirty three thousand miles!), rotated the tires and changed the PTU oil (which was LONG overdue).
