looking for the fuel filter on a 1993 subaru imprezza where is it located and is it difficult to change
For someone new with automechanics, allow yourself at least one hour to change it. For that car, you shouldn't have to spend over 25 dollars on a very good filter. For 15 you'll do just fine.
It's in the back of the engine bay to the
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Since I bought my Subaru last summer, it had one minor issue that could be considered an annoyance. Whenever you would take a corner hard, or do any jolting action in the car, especially if the car had less than half a tank of gas, the car would bog down for a few seconds until it regained itself and then go on its merry way. I knew this was a fuel issue and was likely either the fuel pump, or the little pickup/sock looking filter thingy. So in October, I bought a new fuel pump cheaply on eBay, and decided I would replace that as soon as I had a little free time, as the issue was getting worse. It got to the point where even the jolt of taking off from a stop would make it bog, which is a lot of fun driving in NJ traffic. I was extremely happy to discover that the fuel pump was accessible without having to drop the gas tank, just take out the backseat, and you could access it right behind it fairly easily. When I thought I had the free time, I began to dismantle. As soon as the car was completely disassembled, I got the call that my friend Jennie was gonna need to go to the ER. This of course, resulted in me reassembling everything very quickly and not nearly as carefully as I would’ve liked. In this process I was able to do a very quick cleaning of the pickup filter, which was EXTREMELY clogged and dirty, but not thorough at all. A few months of trips, being busy, and actual winter weather, have prevented me from doing anything about it until just recently. The weekend of my Monty Python marathon, which was like 2 weeks ago, on my way home to assemble for the event, I was running low on gas. I had intended on stopping for gas just off the Parkway. Well, about ¼ mile away, literally feet before my exit, my car ran out of gas and died, despite showing an 1/8 of a tank of fuel remaining. It’s finicky-ness in fuel transport was getting worse apparently. Dreading the thought of having to push the car off the highway, and even more the outrageous cost they...