Like fate, it plays, in the summer after starting and driving off, the disks always beat quite smoothly. However, since the windows were always opened immediately for the full access of the V8 sound and it was otherwise dry, it didn't bother soooo at first.
Jaja the good old umluftklappe - cursed part, old bitch...
As always, in the summer, you don't feel like it and time to take care of the little things, gave you some rougher measures to take.
Unfortunately, one of the autumn falls and the approaching winter falls then still irgegnann in the back - like impenetrable.
Clear skies and fresh air from the Arctic now provide arrrrggggggggg temperatures some time ago and also a first free scratching of the discs required the whole man as well as for this a pair of gloves.
After the windows are freed of ice, engine was already started and the soneman chained at his baby seat, quickly in and out - but uupppppssssssssss..........Sauna feeling pure with milk glass all around.
"Manman, the air valve" a little man shook his head in my head.
Okay, next weekend, it's due. On the same evening, she was exposed and squeezed by massive muscle strength. For the sake of order, I left them free and the parts on the way to her camped in the footroom.
It was also good, the air valve was accidentally operated several times in early morning travel office sleep.
One week, two, three, and this morning at the first coffee, I was "you're due today, you shut up..."
So said, sit back, all the stuff out, headlamp strapped around, the atlethic body was shoved in the direction of "back glove compartment."
There she hung - the feather - tip top - shit - unfortunately. I would have preferred broken.
After all, the bridge under the vacuum can had given up its resistance and granted the spring a gap to escape - one ruschtschüsch Schei....
Now...
A cable tie should fix it now. The only thing that was possible was the "turning" and clamping of the arm with the growth of 2 new joints - only the spring that didn't want it.
Shit 11. and 12. Fingers and another joint were still missing...
So off with the cable tie.
Now my better half likes to make a little bit and uses a very thin but solid wire. The connoisseur's eye immediately recognized the solution, quickly braided a wire rope and wrapped with the now 12 fingers and 4 arm joints around the bridge, tied up and pulled the feather over Drraht + defective bridge, with the Leatherman (has already saved me from a lonely death during the enduro hike in the jungle of Sri Lanka) tested under maximum possible force...HÄLT... I am good...
So now hang the spring in the Klappe - TADAAAAAAAAAA
Shut up again.
Even the sneezing rain that was in the meantime was happy with me or were it tears of the emotion of the Almighty, whether the success of the action which dripped upon me?
Of course from above would go, but should just go fast
.In the sense of
Have a nice weekend
Sascha
