It’s been the best part of twelve months since this smug face drove away from the MOT station with permission to drive the car on public roads, providing I’ve paid for the pleasure of sitting in traffic, pitted my wits against other road users whose abilities are on a par with - - - - -, (I’ll let you fill that bit in) & avoided pot holes. I’ve also paid to have my car insured against those of questionable abilities.
I’ve got it all to do again shortly. I’m happy with everything apart from when the metal probe is rattled around the exhaust & this year more so as when I was fiddling about with the rocker cover I transposed the breather pipes & the vacuum created by the inlet manifold sucked oil up from the sump & it took me a while before the penny dropped (clouds of smoke).
Anyway I went underneath to have a look around & decided that a bracket looked like it needed a spot of paint. I rived off the rusted nuts, drilled them out & after paint chose two shiny stainless nuts & bolts, which fitted nicely. I then stated the threads & with the gun wizzed the nuts up & ended up “pick up” the threads on both, which meant riving & wrecking them until I was compelled to reach for the grinder.
All is now well & serene but it was a chunk of time spent that didn’t need spending.
M