Thursday: I was welding up the hitch I made so I can tow the tank on the salt ,being a wishbone it was kind of awkward, I picked it up and it sort of swung around, I grabbed it , SSSSSSSSSSSSS, it wasn't quite red hot...I got it into cold water and then ice quick enough to stop the skin coming off...I've just got a very shiny 2 sq inches on the webbing between my index and thumb , oh yeah it smarted.
Friday : I was moving the truck to give me better access to the passengers side, I stuck my head out the passengers window to double check the clearance, then I wound the window up......I should have pulled my head in further because as my head touched the top of the window frame it sort of instinctively recoiled and I whacked my eye socket on the edge of the window, that hurt more than the burn.
Saturday: I woke up with a stiff back, dunno, heat rub. I start on the list of things we need to sort for the dyno on Monday.Now, bell-housing bolts, they'll be in the index-box for the engine bay.....I put everything that comes out of there in one sectioned index box...aforementioned bell housing bolts, engine mounts, exhaust flange bolts , gear linkage( god knows I used some impractical and hard to find pieces in there).
Where is the engine bay index box?
I call the Colonel, no answer. I start a heavy duty top to bottom strip search of the shed . No bananas , I employed the oft forgotten technique of randomly re-checking places I'd already looked....If I don't find this box a three hour job will be a ten hour job...... two hours later the Colonel calls......" yeah, you gave it to me, did you find anything useful?"..........dead spiders, snail shells,abrasive grit, dirt, live spiders.......At least the shed was cleaner than it had been and marginally tidier.......
I got the new battery and put it in place, " oh great, it's slightly shorter and fatter than the old one, no wonder the price was right"....we had a pretty neat battery retainer so I brought out the thinking cap for a rare pinch hit. I cut the base of the battery holder off and moved it out slightly and made a spacer pad out of hi-density neoprene , done.
The weld line at the very end of the cowl, where the parachute doors are has fried up a little and to be honest whoever prepped it before it was painted must have been in a serious hurry....er yeah. Sooo, it was bondo time.... with Michael Buble guiding me
Tell me when will you be mine
Tell me bondo bondo bondo
We can share a love divine
Please don't make me wait again
When will you say yes to me
Tell me bondo bondo bondo
You mean happiness to me
Oh my love please tell me when
Every moments a day
Every day seems a lifetime
Let me show you the way
To a joy beyond compare
I can't wait a moment more
Tell me bondo bondo bondo
Say its me that you adore
And then darling tell me when.....
We , or at least the Colonel has managed to alter the belt path on the motor so it's shorter and uses one less tensioner, I chopped and polished the bracket that used to hold the other tensioner which will free up a bit of space at the front....That was one visit to the polisher with an awkward shaped lengthy object that didn't result in a DINMAR*...........
The circus continues today.
* Death, Injury or Near Miss Accident Report
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