tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420886806115679313.post1487893420862825070..comments2023-11-15T19:12:11.313-06:00Comments on Push the Pull Door: In Which a Redneck Fails to Repair an AutomobileDonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15824445546892392815noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420886806115679313.post-27600731740220324012007-07-07T12:02:00.000-05:002007-07-07T12:02:00.000-05:00Had a red 82 TA once. Loved the hell out of it. My...Had a red 82 TA once. Loved the hell out of it. My dad didn't let me pick my own cars ether, till I started makin' the payments myself.FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420886806115679313.post-72200529473867434992007-07-06T19:30:00.000-05:002007-07-06T19:30:00.000-05:00Brandon ain't kidding. Ford DID always have a "be...Brandon ain't kidding. Ford DID always have a "better" way. We used that phrase frequently. We all spent nauseating amounts of time under the hood of our respective F-word products. <BR/><BR/>Our Dad did a clutch in an 84 F-150, Brandon had the pleasure of the heater core in the Mustang, and I rebuilt the top end of an 86 Escort motor (a project whose completion lasted a grand total of six days before some @$$head blasted me in the left front quarterpanel and totalled it the first time).<BR/><BR/>Fords. Never again.<BR/><BR/>BTW, when I hawked parts for Delco, we sold alot more turn signal assemblies than wiper motors. After you curse my beard, I hope that helps!<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>tweakerSpeakerTweakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520767686388236987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420886806115679313.post-78402344100328744712007-07-06T18:45:00.000-05:002007-07-06T18:45:00.000-05:00I bought a power steering pump for the Buick and a...I bought a power steering pump for the Buick and a new console for the Camaro last night on Ebay. I'll never learn.<BR/><BR/>Your Mustang story brought back memories. My first vehicle was a 1977 Bronco--the last year of the "real" Bronco before they became short F-150 and Ranger copies. Maybe I'll write a post about that one sometime; it's too much for a comment.<BR/><BR/>My second vehicle was a 1982 Mustang with the 302 V8 from that Bronco. Actually, there's a story there, too.Donhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15824445546892392815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420886806115679313.post-86418366476186905842007-07-06T18:39:00.000-05:002007-07-06T18:39:00.000-05:00Yeah, a few years back I was stuck with and 86 Old...Yeah, a few years back I was stuck with and 86 Olds Omega. Yeah- end of the line, that f'n car.<BR/><BR/>Heater core started leaking into the cabin. On the passanger floor. Smelled like cat piss.<BR/><BR/>Of course, this is right after I came home broke-ass from overseas, and the only tool sI had were in a box I kept in the car, and I lived in an apt complex with no shade.<BR/><BR/>It took 11 hours to replace it, many f-words, and nearly degloved my right hand by the time you count up all the skin I lost.<BR/><BR/>The first 9 hours just to get the damned thing OUT, past the transverse-mounted engine. It had obviously been installed before the engine and front quarter panels, as the nuts and bolts and clamps were all at impossible angles to reach once the engine was mounted.<BR/><BR/>If I had been properly equipped, I literally would have pulled the engine out many hours earlier- it would have been easier.<BR/><BR/>I also grew up with my dad making me fetch tools and parts and often leaving me (a skinny little 13 year old) with herculean tasks to accomplish by the time he got home from work. (Try breaking loose lugnuts rusted into place by literally years of being abandoned, or taking the heads off an engine when you only weigh about 85 pounds). I hate working on cars.<BR/><BR/>I am fortunate now in that I only perform really easy regular maintenance on my own vehicles, and hire all the rest.Larryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03320361019553106478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420886806115679313.post-46141721610656108772007-07-06T15:48:00.000-05:002007-07-06T15:48:00.000-05:00And I misspelled "vacuum". Err.And I misspelled "vacuum". Err.Brandonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07010868377109696846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420886806115679313.post-71269646585961071402007-07-06T15:47:00.000-05:002007-07-06T15:47:00.000-05:00Right out of high school, I bought a Mustang. Not...Right out of high school, I bought a Mustang. Not a cool one, no; I had the late 80s, 4-cylinder "secretary's car". I experienced the singular joy of replacing the heater core on that car in the middle of the summer in my parents' non-shaded driveway, which was no small feat considering that the entire dash had to come out to gain access to the leaky PoS.<BR/><BR/>When I put it all back together again, my vents wouldn't change off the defrost setting. I'd pinched a vaccuum line when I put the dash back in, so I got to rip it all halfway out again so my freakin' vents would work.<BR/><BR/>My father and I had a saying - Ford has a better way. That was not a compliment, and was usually accompanied by some rather colorful language.<BR/><BR/>Today, I have two car notes. It ain't worth it. Never again.Brandonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07010868377109696846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420886806115679313.post-89266320004976113232007-07-05T23:23:00.000-05:002007-07-05T23:23:00.000-05:00My Dad was a wizard with anything mechanical. When...My Dad was a wizard with anything mechanical. When they started using electronic ignitions and computer modules in cars, his friends bitched about how it took an electronics genius to repair a car these days...and took it to Dad.<BR/><BR/>And he was such an impatient peckerwood with me when I was helping him do car repairs, that it became my lifelong ambition to earn enough money to pay someone to repair my cars for me - no matter how trivial the problem. I vowed I'd never work on another vehicle unless someone held a gun to my head.<BR/><BR/>Which probably explains why my new transfer case linkage for my Dakota is sitting in my glove compartment a year later, and my driver's rear window has been stuck in the down position for three months.<BR/><BR/>You know, cuz I still ain't rich enough to pay someone to fix it for me...;)Ambulance Driverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10175419709184526342noreply@blogger.com