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One fragment is from the first bolt that snapped on a long road trip to Reno last year. AAA paid for a 90 mile trip on a flatbed for that one.
I had nothing to extract the bolt, which had broken off flush with the block. So, I packed up my tools (and a little of my pride) and took it to a local mechanic who got me rolling again. But it seems their repair only got half of the old bolt out of the engine block. Therefore, the new bolt only threaded part way in, and the damn thing broke almost a year later in Seattle! I cobbled it back together on my own this time and managed to get it back to home the garage.
This weekend I tore it down and gritted my teeth. Anyone who has done bolt extractions knows that it can turn into a nightmare in short order, but to my shock, amazement and pleasure, everything went according to textbook. Both bolt fragments eased out, no thread damage to the block, chased the threads, a new, correct length bolt and rubber mount, a few washers and I am a happy boy.
Once I got the tape drive doing its thing, I then found that the file server was nearing full capacity. A quick troll through the directory revealed that, out of a few dozen employees, the biggest user of storage by a factor of 10 was a long-time staffer who I managed, a nebbishy, sheltered little fellow in his late fifties who worked alone at night. And most of his partition consisted of jpegs.
Bracing myself, I expected the worst and took a peek at what he'd been stashing away. What's this? No porn to be found. Instead, the most comprehensive collection of clean-cut teen girl pop singer pics EVER. Debbie Gibson, Tiffany, Amy Grant, you name it, he had dozens if not hundreds of each, along with what was probably every pic of every single Sears and Victoria's Secret underwear model in existence. Gigabytes, gigabytes, simply breathtaking, resetting the bar for "creepy old guy" to dizzying heights. The sheer depth of his collection still amazes me to this day.
I quietly suggested to my employee that he (ahem) might want to (AHEM) manage his file storage a bit better. He didn't take the hint and ended up getting canned for his habits not long after I'd left the organization. So much for subtle hints and saving face.
Second place would be getting ads in Hebrew for Austrian dirt bikes after I'd used some Yiddish slang in a comment. They expect a goy like me to be able to read that? The schmucks!
I am still bitter about this. Bitter, I tell you!
I should have called it a night, but nooooo... I was SO close to having that motor in.
And damn, did it not just glide right into place? Mated up to the transmission and into the motor mounts, easy as pie.
Cue Three Stooges exclaiming "success!"!
Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius!
Moments later, I noticed my shiny new flexplate and ring gear assembly leaning up against the garage wall.
I have an old gray Bell Telephone lineman's box as my main toolbox. It looks like hell on the outside, all the better to disguise the value inside. Big enough to hold what I need, small enough to be easily schlepped. I survey its contents every so often and take out what I don't use regularly.
To maintain sanity, I keep smaller boxes specifically for wrenches and sockets, one for standard, one for metric.
I take home heavy duty double-walled cardboard boxes whenever I find them and use them to store infrequently used tools. One for auto tools, one for carpentry, etc.
My organizational tip: at the end of each day, gather all tools and put them back wherever they are stored. Always. And never leave them in your car! I lost most of mine that way once. Even though the loss was covered by insurance, it took years before my kit was back to the same level. Some tools were no longer made and lost forever, which pissed me off more than the rest of the experience combined (and then some).