Clutch complete...must now cry in pillow
#16
i did my first clutch job over about 2 days of on and off work. got it done, drove around the block, and the battery started to die on me. turned out i forgot to attach the ground to the top of the bell housing, reached down there with the bolt to bolt it down.... bolt fell int he clutch inspection hole....
so then after a SECOND clutch job... the car was ready to go again...
i am still the only member of the "holy ****, did i really just do that" face club.... but this man club sounds cool too.
so then after a SECOND clutch job... the car was ready to go again...
i am still the only member of the "holy ****, did i really just do that" face club.... but this man club sounds cool too.
#18
Originally Posted by Mamooguy
Try that, plus it's the middle of an ice age, with saber-toothed tigers and cavemen trying to tear hunks of flesh off the supermodels and a bipolar Borg queen who alternates between joining in the fun, suggesting Borg enhancements to the clutch and trying to assimilate you.
Go through that and then you can call yourself a man.
Go through that and then you can call yourself a man.
Anywho, whole job took me about 2 hours tops...
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From: Under Your Car
Originally Posted by sharky47
Chuck Norris changes clutches by squeezing his but-cheeks together and glaring at the car........
#23
rofl.
One of my stories is like bloodravens...except, back in my day we didn't have gravel and sticks. To have a new clutch, I had to use the kung-fu guy's (along with his second cousins') intestines that I previously ripped out, compress them with Chuck Norris' buttcheeks, and melt them into place on the old disc with heat produced by the decaying plutonium in the atomic bomb. However, since the bomb had been deactivated, I had to start the thermal reaction by drinking hot engine oil to elevate my body temperature and urinate on the radioactive element.
One of my stories is like bloodravens...except, back in my day we didn't have gravel and sticks. To have a new clutch, I had to use the kung-fu guy's (along with his second cousins') intestines that I previously ripped out, compress them with Chuck Norris' buttcheeks, and melt them into place on the old disc with heat produced by the decaying plutonium in the atomic bomb. However, since the bomb had been deactivated, I had to start the thermal reaction by drinking hot engine oil to elevate my body temperature and urinate on the radioactive element.