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Ok, back from the tire joint ....FINALLY....
Can't nothing be easy in this life anymore, I swear.
I'm exhausted - and I don't work at that store!
In chronological order:
Trunk full 'o' snakes! Off to the tire store Fred goes....
Not terribly busy - and I do have an appointment at 1pm for the alignment, so...
Removal and teardown of the wheels and tires commences, with me unbolting the center caps
personally.
(Answer to associated trivia question on cap retainer bolts: 3/8" socket, 1/4-20 threads BTW)
Old BFG's came off easily, new Cobras went on fine too - and balanced well, I was told...
(Here's where the trouble started....)
The wheel/tire combos start coming back to the car, where I await my turn at reassembling the caps back on.
As I got each done, I leaned the tire against the drum on Fred it corresponded to - and soon enough, a young
man came along to install it and supposedly torque the lugs.
(As I later was to discover, that part of things didn't quite get thoroughly done...conjuring images of a Ron White
routine, if you know which I'm referring to...)
Not knowing any better, I allow the car to be taken to the alignment bay next to us:
The instructions to the alignment tech were the same as last time I had Fred in there, some years
ago: check alignment, pull diagonals and most importantly, let's work up a list of steering/suspension
components in need of replacement (of which I was almost certain there would be).
Results? NO components in need of replacement (in fact, the tech was bragging on the original tie rods,
saying how good a shape they were in + how easy they were to adjust!).
He looks at me in amazement and asks if any of it was original - I answered "yep, quite a bit of it actually".
Other than all the ball joints and the idler (and new bushings on the front sway bar), the rest is as built on Fred.
Further, He proclaims that all Fred needed is a bit of toe adjustment (which also corrects a slight steering wheel
misalignment in the process) and to snug up the steering box a bit. Other than that, he's still remarkably "square".
Great news all around - and I go pay the bill, then bring the boys a little tip for their efforts, stopping to notice the
cute little snake logo on the sidewalls of the new Coopers:
Off Fred and I go down the highway.....when ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE....
You know how you have a sort of heightened sense of hearing right after getting your car worked on?
Yeah, mine picked up something very faint, right away - the faint sound of something metallic tinkling, immediately
followed by a
SHUDDER/violent wheel hop
from the right front - at highway speed, no less.
I immediately scrub off speed and make a beeline u-turn and pull right in the service bay of the tire joint....
and I am FUMING mad!
Somebody comes over and before they can speak, I bark at them to fetch me a floor jack and a torque wrench NOW!
Sure enough, the lugs on the right front damn near came off the car - and the center cap had been shaken so badly, it
was also in process of leaving the chat, too.
One of those dufuses (that I had just tipped, remember) had neglected to torque the lugs on the RF and it damn near
caused me to wreck Fred....DAMMIT!
Ok, this time I was going to do the work - which I did, removing each wheel from the car, checking the cap bolts, reinstalling
the wheel/tire and torquing all the lug nuts myself - twice.
Gee, nobody was anywhere near me this time as I went through the entire process....
But I was mad enough to hurt anyone who spoke up at that point, so that was probably a good thing.
Fred and I then tried going home again...
By the time I got him safely tucked away in the garage, I had gone over all the lugs AGAIN - not to mention, lowered
the air pressure in the tires from their 48-50 psi to a more reasonable 32psi.
At that point, I'm nasty dirty and exhausted, so I go to put the receipt for the work in the glove box - and the latch
on the glove box door promptly exploded into all sorts of little pieces.
Of course it did...
Fred's home, safe and in 1 piece. Ditto me, if not a bit worse for wear. All that matters.
(I really gotta clean the lens on my phone camera, apologies....)
Can't nothing be easy in this life anymore, I swear.
I'm exhausted - and I don't work at that store!
In chronological order:
Trunk full 'o' snakes! Off to the tire store Fred goes....
Not terribly busy - and I do have an appointment at 1pm for the alignment, so...
Removal and teardown of the wheels and tires commences, with me unbolting the center caps
personally.
(Answer to associated trivia question on cap retainer bolts: 3/8" socket, 1/4-20 threads BTW)
Old BFG's came off easily, new Cobras went on fine too - and balanced well, I was told...
(Here's where the trouble started....)
The wheel/tire combos start coming back to the car, where I await my turn at reassembling the caps back on.
As I got each done, I leaned the tire against the drum on Fred it corresponded to - and soon enough, a young
man came along to install it and supposedly torque the lugs.
(As I later was to discover, that part of things didn't quite get thoroughly done...conjuring images of a Ron White
routine, if you know which I'm referring to...)
Not knowing any better, I allow the car to be taken to the alignment bay next to us:
The instructions to the alignment tech were the same as last time I had Fred in there, some years
ago: check alignment, pull diagonals and most importantly, let's work up a list of steering/suspension
components in need of replacement (of which I was almost certain there would be).
Results? NO components in need of replacement (in fact, the tech was bragging on the original tie rods,
saying how good a shape they were in + how easy they were to adjust!).
He looks at me in amazement and asks if any of it was original - I answered "yep, quite a bit of it actually".
Other than all the ball joints and the idler (and new bushings on the front sway bar), the rest is as built on Fred.
Further, He proclaims that all Fred needed is a bit of toe adjustment (which also corrects a slight steering wheel
misalignment in the process) and to snug up the steering box a bit. Other than that, he's still remarkably "square".
Great news all around - and I go pay the bill, then bring the boys a little tip for their efforts, stopping to notice the
cute little snake logo on the sidewalls of the new Coopers:
Off Fred and I go down the highway.....when ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE....
You know how you have a sort of heightened sense of hearing right after getting your car worked on?
Yeah, mine picked up something very faint, right away - the faint sound of something metallic tinkling, immediately
followed by a
SHUDDER/violent wheel hop
from the right front - at highway speed, no less.
I immediately scrub off speed and make a beeline u-turn and pull right in the service bay of the tire joint....
and I am FUMING mad!
Somebody comes over and before they can speak, I bark at them to fetch me a floor jack and a torque wrench NOW!
Sure enough, the lugs on the right front damn near came off the car - and the center cap had been shaken so badly, it
was also in process of leaving the chat, too.
One of those dufuses (that I had just tipped, remember) had neglected to torque the lugs on the RF and it damn near
caused me to wreck Fred....DAMMIT!
Ok, this time I was going to do the work - which I did, removing each wheel from the car, checking the cap bolts, reinstalling
the wheel/tire and torquing all the lug nuts myself - twice.
Gee, nobody was anywhere near me this time as I went through the entire process....
But I was mad enough to hurt anyone who spoke up at that point, so that was probably a good thing.
Fred and I then tried going home again...
By the time I got him safely tucked away in the garage, I had gone over all the lugs AGAIN - not to mention, lowered
the air pressure in the tires from their 48-50 psi to a more reasonable 32psi.
At that point, I'm nasty dirty and exhausted, so I go to put the receipt for the work in the glove box - and the latch
on the glove box door promptly exploded into all sorts of little pieces.
Of course it did...
Fred's home, safe and in 1 piece. Ditto me, if not a bit worse for wear. All that matters.
(I really gotta clean the lens on my phone camera, apologies....)