hot and cold
Saturday went to junkyard w/ ungarsfragile & friend M. Was hoping to find a transmission inspection plate (success, on 3rd dentside checked), Ford antenna (to make into a shorty), and Taurus engine-bay fusebox for the engine bay rewiring. Found the first two, lot was full of Tauruses and their fuseboxes but someone(s) had removed all of the fuses & relays. I can't really understand this- fuses are stupid cheap and relays are a pain to bench test and usually manufacturer-specific. Why would anyone want that many? Asked the guy about it, but he was just resigned, "people steal 'em).
I wanted to go looking for an alternative fusebox that might have worked, but my body just wouldn't let me- it was in the 90's and I got overheated, faster than ever before. The guys didn't seem to mind leaving but it was a frustrating experience for me- an hour outside (even in New Orleans, in August) shouldn't make a healthy person feel that ill. Guys didn't seem to mind, but this bothers me a LOT. Two years ago I was able to handle desert hikes pretty easily. Five years ago I was living here in a tent. Time to get back into healthy habits, and spend more time outdoors!
After the junkyard, we tested ungarsfragile's new badass FIAMM horn out of some monster 80's land yacht, though in retrospect I think it might ground to the chassis & each contact might trigger a separate horn.
Then I went to M's and we spent 3 hours trying to swap out a power steering hose. One of the hollow bolts/hydraulic nut/whatever they're called things was seized, and we managed to round off the top trying to get it out. My tools were unavailing, WD-40 didn't help, neither did separate trips to parts shops for a line wrench and then for PB blaster. finally we left it to soak overnight, and had a pleasant dinner. in the AM, M had a church buddy come over & he managed to get it out by hammering on a smaller socket.
Today I broke my refrigerator. Went grocery shopping, bought some stuff for the freezer, came home and realized it was caked in 3 inches of ice. Felt lazy & in need of catharsis, so I tried to break it all out using a hammer and a prybar. Accidentally nicked the coolant line and it started spraying refrigerant everywhere. On the upside, it's had a pretty good run- febrile and I found it in an alley when I first moved in... year isn't bad for the cost of a bottle of bleach.
I wanted to go looking for an alternative fusebox that might have worked, but my body just wouldn't let me- it was in the 90's and I got overheated, faster than ever before. The guys didn't seem to mind leaving but it was a frustrating experience for me- an hour outside (even in New Orleans, in August) shouldn't make a healthy person feel that ill. Guys didn't seem to mind, but this bothers me a LOT. Two years ago I was able to handle desert hikes pretty easily. Five years ago I was living here in a tent. Time to get back into healthy habits, and spend more time outdoors!
After the junkyard, we tested ungarsfragile's new badass FIAMM horn out of some monster 80's land yacht, though in retrospect I think it might ground to the chassis & each contact might trigger a separate horn.
Then I went to M's and we spent 3 hours trying to swap out a power steering hose. One of the hollow bolts/hydraulic nut/whatever they're called things was seized, and we managed to round off the top trying to get it out. My tools were unavailing, WD-40 didn't help, neither did separate trips to parts shops for a line wrench and then for PB blaster. finally we left it to soak overnight, and had a pleasant dinner. in the AM, M had a church buddy come over & he managed to get it out by hammering on a smaller socket.
Today I broke my refrigerator. Went grocery shopping, bought some stuff for the freezer, came home and realized it was caked in 3 inches of ice. Felt lazy & in need of catharsis, so I tried to break it all out using a hammer and a prybar. Accidentally nicked the coolant line and it started spraying refrigerant everywhere. On the upside, it's had a pretty good run- febrile and I found it in an alley when I first moved in... year isn't bad for the cost of a bottle of bleach.