I couldn’t even possibly begin to count the amount of times that I wished the asshole who designed what I was trying to fix was there so that I could choke them to death with my bare hands.
A lot of what I have learned over the past fifty years of taking things apart and putting them back together again has been how to outsmart these motherfuckers.
Modifying shit, drilling holes, cutting access holes in sheet metal panels, bending shit out of the way instead of having to remove half an engine just to get to one fucking bolt, heating up and bending wrenches, you know what I am talking about.
I long ago came to the conclusion of saying FUCK THESE GUYS and doing whatever it takes to make the job easier on myself instead of beating my brains out and spending hours and hours of unnecessary work just because The Book says to do something one certain way if I think I can get away with it.
Working at a dealership for ten years getting paid Flat Rate hones your skills of figuring out how to do something in the most expedient way.
Sometimes getting a bigger hammer is actually the best way after all.