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Bah...dishes smishes...
Hope you're right. :thumbs:collinsmark said:Be careful. The beers might be forming a confederacy to hit you all at once.
Enigman said:Seems promising...
OmCheeto said::thumbs:
I understood every word of that.
http://www.liquidwrench.com/assets/img/products/penetrating-oil.pngzoobyshoe said:I hate rusted bolts. I'm afraid I'm going to pop a blood vessel wrestling with this one.
zoobyshoe said:I hate rusted bolts. I'm afraid I'm going to pop a blood vessel wrestling with this one.
After I posted that I suddenly (DOH!) remembered I have a cheater bar and I went all Archimedes on that bolt!dlgoff said:http://www.liquidwrench.com/assets/img/products/penetrating-oil.png
It's funny, I rarely scrape my knuckles, but I end up with all kinds of gouges on my arms. I never feel them at the time and don't know what caused them.lisab said:Blood vessels, sure, but also watch your knuckles.
Did you get the tubing? :shy:zoobyshoe said:So, here's the irony of the zoobie life: I'm on my way to the hardware store to buy some plastic tubing so I can bleed my brakes when I replace the master cylinder, and this guy rear ends me.
My rear bumper is now a twisted deformity.
It was one of those situations where you're stopped at a light, the light changes, and the guy paces himself according to the line of cars in general, instead of the car right in front of him, which was me. You know, driving by peripheral vision.
He admitted it was his fault, that he wasn't paying attention, and looked pretty miserable.
Does he have insurance and did he admit being at fault to the authorities?zoobyshoe said:So, here's the irony of the zoobie life: I'm on my way to the hardware store to buy some plastic tubing so I can bleed my brakes when I replace the master cylinder, and this guy rear ends me.
My rear bumper is now a twisted deformity.
It was one of those situations where you're stopped at a light, the light changes, and the guy paces himself according to the line of cars in general, instead of the car right in front of him, which was me. You know, driving by peripheral vision.
He admitted it was his fault, that he wasn't paying attention, and looked pretty miserable.