Thanks for all the good comments on my pics. I guess I won't have to bring my horribly mis-spelled potato over to your collective houses and brandish it menacingly.
As for me, I am in Atlanta now and I have figured out that my car really hates me. I have been under the thing now for 2 solid days and still have not finished the engine swap. Let's look at the facts.
1. It takes a Mazda Technician 24 hours to do the swapover.
2. It has taken me the beter part of 36 hours so far and I have just put the engine back in the car. Thats engine only, no transmission, driveshaft, no plugging of the harness up or fedding it back through the firewall. Nothing. It hates me and wants to see me suffer horribly. So tomorow (when I am supposed to be leaving) I am going to get up at 6 AM and go back down to the shop and crawl back under this bitch and try to jumpstart her heart. My brother, Nurse Sims, will not be able to attend tomorrow as he has surgury of his own to perform on his 4 wheeled patient. So I am forced to go it alone. Yikes.
But anyway, I look like a walking episode of Monster Garage. I am covered in grease, even in the cuticles and I found out that Barefoot Billy was right. Working on your car with no shoes on does give you a warm feeling all over until you drop an air wrench on them.
I don't think I will be making lunch tomorow but I want to hang out so bad, it's not funny. The Cleremont sounds god too. Blondie, take me away.
As for me, I am in Atlanta now and I have figured out that my car really hates me. I have been under the thing now for 2 solid days and still have not finished the engine swap. Let's look at the facts.
1. It takes a Mazda Technician 24 hours to do the swapover.
2. It has taken me the beter part of 36 hours so far and I have just put the engine back in the car. Thats engine only, no transmission, driveshaft, no plugging of the harness up or fedding it back through the firewall. Nothing. It hates me and wants to see me suffer horribly. So tomorow (when I am supposed to be leaving) I am going to get up at 6 AM and go back down to the shop and crawl back under this bitch and try to jumpstart her heart. My brother, Nurse Sims, will not be able to attend tomorrow as he has surgury of his own to perform on his 4 wheeled patient. So I am forced to go it alone. Yikes.
But anyway, I look like a walking episode of Monster Garage. I am covered in grease, even in the cuticles and I found out that Barefoot Billy was right. Working on your car with no shoes on does give you a warm feeling all over until you drop an air wrench on them.
I don't think I will be making lunch tomorow but I want to hang out so bad, it's not funny. The Cleremont sounds god too. Blondie, take me away.
Greasemonkeys are hot, especially barefoot ones!