jesus christ

[Jay_G]

i don't wear gloves, not even when working with skydrol, mek, or even mastinox.

not by choice, though, but cause the fuckers at work are too cheap/lazy/slow/incompetent to have a constant stock of rubber gloves.

Cunts would get crucified over here if they pulled that sort if shit.

[F|sh]

yeap but yeah MEKP is not worth it.

[littlefireyone]

i have nitrile gloves too, but i find that my hands sweat up a storm in them... only takes 20 mins and my hands are fucking wet as shit inside the gloves and they prune up a bit, annoying.

my mum has that issue when she's gardening so the fix was light cotton gloves under the rubber gloves

[seedyrom]

Alright, I came out early as a glove wearer ... But now this shit is getting really gay

[Rdyno]

when i used to work with chemicals i used cotton gloves then latex it held the sweat off for a while

as for the black gloves i have them at work and dont use them and give the guys shit who do

then today found out a cut on my srry one of the cuts on my finger has been infected with golden staph and it's on a joint which makes it worse as it can go deeper on a joint if the meds dont fix it im pretty much fucked so whos laughing now certainly not me

[Marv]

Back to the original post, I was exclaiming words of similar intent over the last few days.

CSH: Took a couple of days off to jam a 2005 STi 6-speed gearbox and rear-end set-up into my RS Liberty wagon. Whole R180 rear-end (cradle, diff, CVs, new arms, new brakes, etc) went in easy as pie on Wed. All was going well, so I had an early night.

Got the old 5-speed out on thursday morning, new Exedy clutch/pressure plate I got from the States and my 6-speed flywheel in before lunch. I was worried about how tight the clutch was clamped to the flywheel, but this was the first time I'd worked with a 6-speed clutch (different to Subaru 5-speed shit) so after a couple of phone calls I was assured all was good.

I got the box, all 90kg of it, on the back of the motor and eventually wiggled it into position. Then it fouled on one of the 10mm locating dowels which was slightly burred. Schoolboy error - shoulda checked that. Pulled the box back out, fucked around with the dowel for ages.

I eventually got the dowel smooth and to the correct size with a borrowed dremel Friday morning. Hoiked the 'box back up and spent an hour buttoning the car up. Went to take it for a drive and while i could get gears with the engine off, it wouldn't go through the gates with the engine on. Yay. The clutch wasn't disengaging. That's ok, it'll be the stupid slave cylinder that has a bleed nipple AT THE FUCKING BOTTOM. Great design, Fuji Heavy Dickheads. Spent ages on Friday night swapping to a better slave and bleeding everything thoroughly to eliminate the slave. Still didn't work. Still not disengaging. I know this was Christopher Walken's way of remotely telling me that deep down I know Subarus are fucked and I'm an idiot for even bothering with this. That brought Friday night to an end.

Saturday - after I call a bunch of people and cry down the phone to them, I was told to glue my broken vagina back together and to take it for a drive. Apparently this is a common issue caused by a stupid flywheel design that is so hard to machine true, you may as well give up and use a flywheel made of jelly. Jelly would certainly be tastier and cause less injuries when it drops off the back of the motor into your face when being removed. The normal fix for the slight machining imperfections is to drive the car and burn a bit of the friction disc. This didn't work for me - all I did was piss off my neighbours with noise and clutch smoke.

So, clutch must be wrong. Box out again on Saturday afternoon and I'm feeling like a prize fucking dickhead. Once I got a look a the clutch it was easy to see something was badly, badly wrong. The friction disc had chunks pulled out of it and was heavily scored, my nice machined flywheel is fucked with deep scores in its face. The pressure plate still looked good, though. A bit dusty, but good - Exedy must make them out of pieces of Chuck Norris or something.

I put a spare, used stock 6MT friction disc and unmachined flywheel in, button it all back up and test the clutch feel. It's much better. A glimmer of hope emerges. And is then quickly dashed - clutch in, in 1st gear, start car and it lurches forward. By this point I'm pretty sure that I've tried to install a clutch on an ancient Indian burial ground that was desecrated at some point with Abba CDs and fat people wearing spandex. I give up, resort to drinking beer and talking about other cars in the garage with Benski.

I'm spending today shopping for clutches before going home and pulling the 'box for the 4th time to fit a new clutch. This fucking thing better launch like a cheetah after a fat fucking gazelle by the time its done.

/csh

[stockymcstock]

that sounds like heaps of fun marv