This is starting to resemble the scene in "Jaws" where Richard Dreyfuss and
the crusty boat captain start comparing shark bites ("I've got that beat!")
OK, it wasn't cold, but how about dropping the front suspension on an old
Chevy on your back in a gravel driveway? It had one of those hidden nuts
you can only turn 1/12 of a turn at a time, and it had to travel at least
an inch on fine threads. That one rated a 9 on my pain-in-the-ass-o-meter.
I hate gravel driveways even more than cold concrete.
How about doing an oil change in the paddock at Thunder Hill during a truly
blinding dust storm? Gack! that was the time I sheared a tooth off a disty
drive gear, changed the oil out of paranoia, and put in the spare gear I so
thoughtfully had with me. That day, about the only way to avoid eating about
a pound of dust was to put on your helmet!
BTW, how did MY name get attached to this thread? I don't EVER want to live
someplace I have to have a heated garage floor...
;=)
Tombread@aol.com wrote:
>
> In a message dated 1/6/00 12:48:04 PM Pacific Standard Time,
> ckchapel@fast.net writes:
>
> << I remember changing the clutch master cyl and slave cyl and bleeding the
> system on my '61 Morgan while lying on my tonneau cover under the car while
> it was parked outside >>
> This could initiate a new thread entitled My Most Miserable Experience Making
> A Repair.
> I remember taking the entire front suspension off an MGA parts car so my MGA
> race car could have front disc brakes and a new king pin, in February, lying
> on the dirt floor of a horse barn, with nothing but a flashlight to show me
> what I was doing. It took days since I couldn't stand the cold for more than
> a half hour. Naturally every nut was rusted and frozen solid, invisible,
> unreachable. And I had very little clue as to what The Right Way Of Doing It
> was.
>
> My second choice would be having to retap the bottom end cap stud hole on an
> MGB connecting rod that I cross threaded in the paddock, and spending the
> next four hours under the car in the rain retapping the hole so I could get
> back on the track. Mercifully I don't remember what I did to mess up in the
> first place-- probably giving the bearing a cautionary look because oil
> pressure was a bit low. "If it aint't broke...don't."
>
> Tom Butters
> The Greens Fork Group
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