The Iggblog

Well… The SVX is still embarrassingly, loud in all it’s obnoxitude. it’s not the exhaust seals. I cleaned all the crap out of the seal sockets with a wood chisel and hammer, and cleaned the remaining foo with a die grinder. After several hours of labor, this is about how the conversation with Andrew and I went:

Me – If this isn’t whisper quiet, I’ll be at my wit’s end
…car cranks
…car starts
Car – RROOOAAARARARARRRRPOP POPPOP P-POP POP
Andrew – I believe that’s the sound of your wits coming to an end.

I went back under the car to replace the spring bolts with something more secure and see if maybe there just wasn;t enough tension. I noticed something odd. One of the flanges and the attached pipe (which were partially enshrouded by heat shields) would rotate…. but the pipe 3 inches or so up the way would not. so my pipe is severed. It’s broken somewhere under the head shield. This is:

A) t3h sucks. because I can;t fix it “good and proper” with the tools and resources I have.

B) Not all bad, because it’s not broken where the pipe meets the flange. I can wrap it with some muffler tape for a temporary fix. That is, until I can arrange for a threesome with my car, a sawzall, and a friend with an arcwelder. Yeah, it’s gonna be that kind of party.

Anyways…. Wasn’t a terrible day all in all. There’s always that sense of satisfaction that comes with having been wasit-deep in a car all day. Even if it;s still broken, at least I tried. next time. And I’ve never seen as many colors drain off my head during the post-work shower. It was a delightful mix of rust bits, exhaust seal shavings, and die grinder dust. even with no hair to speak of, my scalp retained a surprising amount of debris. isn;t that fascinating?

Edit – Ranty section removed. It could be worse. It can always get worse. Not worth the whining =P