Of course Scott had to go to town first
thing in the morning to get the parts for the emergency breaks
because the auto parts store had only had in the new caliper we
needed yesterday evening and just not putting any emergency break
parts on the wheels in not going to work because I live in the
fucking mountains.
Of course the previous owner lived in
the fucking mountains too and figured he didn't need no fancy
emergency breaks. Although he installed one hell of a motherfucking
sound system. I mean this sound system had speakers so big there were
first sized holes cut for them into the dashboard that we could never
actually fix until we just replaced the dash during the wiring
harness debacle.
Cause you know, priorities.
Of course we are attached to keeping
our bodies in one working unit so we drank our motivation tea grabbed
the parts and headed on over to work on the breaks for what felt like
the fifty millonth time. Of course the new caliper went on with no
problem which only served to highlight how Wrongity Mc Wrong the
other miscast caliper was and how we probably should have realized
that sooner but whatever it's on now and then got out the emergency
break parts.
This thing. So fresh. So new. |
Of course we have to take off one of
the pads to get this damn thing on there because ha ha of course we
do let's take more springs off and put them on AGAIN ha ha hah hah ha
that didn't suck at all the last time and then we shove the bar in
place and then we look at the illustration and then the bar again and then we
are all like, wait there is a spring that goes on here. But the
package didn't contain a spring. And neither did our bag of
replacement springs. Because that would have made sense.
Sooo after a few moments of scratching
our heads and poking things our eyes fell upon the old springs that
we had taken off that were still sitting on the ground because
throwing things away is for rich people. And then I was all like, why
don't we use one of the old springs? They still spring right?
So then I grabbed one of the
motherfucking springs and tried to shove it over the end of the
emergency break bar and it totally didn't fit. Then I was all like,
well it was a good idea but then Scott was all like all we have to do
is bend it into an oval, then it will totally work!
Pictured: Totally working. |
So after we squashed it with the hammer
we then bent it around with the pliers until we had the shape we
needed and shoved it into the truck like champions. Of course then we
had to do the same thing to the other side before we could stand back
and admire our new and improved drum break assembly.
Then all we had to do was put the bolts
back into the caliper. Which was a motherfucking adventure because
one of them was stripped now and we had to rethread the hole and by
'we' I mean 'Scott.' Of course we had a bunch of rethreading tools
but the key was finding the right one that matched the fucking bolt
so Scott went on a super magical treasure hunt in the shed until he
found the right one and put new threads onto the old hole and then
all we had to do was put the bolt back on.
This is about how that went.
Of course it went on after that.
Because you know, threatening things with knifes is a key step to any
auto repair job.
Integral, really.
Or at least when you do auto repair
with me.
Has anyone told you that you're a total bad ass lately? Because you are. (Oh, and Scott too, you know, for the re-threading and stuff)
ReplyDeleteThe worst part for me is those keyhole washer thingys. Those always suck.
ReplyDeleteAt least I see when you drop something it's just onto the ground. These days I'm digging through the snow to find my missing bolts.
Yes those fucking washer things! My hands were so cold and they were just not going on. What we do when there is snow is lay sheets of plywood or OSB down under where we are working.
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