3 broken bolts, 3 days, I win, BFYTW.
What a fucking fiasco.
That last one in the middle flat kicked my ass right up until the last minute.
I used heat, 3 different kinds of penetrating oil, an engraver, seven different chisels, the Dremel, and this tiny pair of Snap On pliers I like to call My Fingernails.
Those things are the shit boys.
The damn thing wouldn’t budge.
There was a couple of times I thought maybe I saw it move just a smidge but the light was bad back in there and every time I tried to get a grab on with those little pliers it wouldn’t move.
Basically out of desperation, I grabbed the Dremel with a tiny little Burr Bit on it and started in trying to open up the beveled edge in behind it to get a little more room to grab it with the pliers.
As I was grinding away on the bevel, the Burr Bit grabbed the back of the bolt and it spun about a quarter of a turn.
Your ass is mine now bitch.
The broken bolt must have been bent over from all the pounding and hitting the edge of the hole. I ground just a hair more off, got just enough to barely grab it with the tip of the pliers and out she spun.
So that part is finally done.
It’s late enough in the day now, almost 6:00 in the evening and there is just enough light left to go put the tools back in the garage on my little cart, shut the fucking hood on that bastard, close the garage door and call it a day.
I’ll put the damn thing back together next weekend.
I’m getting too old for this shit man, spending three days laying on top of a fucking engine all contorted and shit. Climbing up and down off of a step ladder just to get up in there, my damn legs kept going to sleep on me from kneeling on engine parts, my shoulders are absolutely killing me and just for fun, that case of Tennis Elbow came raging back with a vengeance.
I can barely hold on to the wrenches.
But I win and that’s what counts.