Just got in form having to fashion a repair to the rear box exhaust mount.
So I come back from work off the train and noticed my tail pipe hanging lower than normal, a quick look under confirms the large thick rubber O ring had split in two. Now this is nearing 6-ish so not much open, not even some friends garages.
I can't believe that only Halfords came to the rescue with a spare O ring (well for a Ford escort 91-onwards) but the two apertures at either end of the rubber looked similar to the two 6-8mm bar clips that were now utterly divorced at the back of my sad GTV.
Got it back home at snails pace, and on my dads trolly jack to get at it so to speak. it's now getting dark-ish and starting to rain.
Now I could get the rubber over the exhaust half but couldn't get it anywhere near the upper clip due to it being between the back/bottom part of the boot and the bumper housing. So I spot that it's all bolted to the chassis along with the heat shield above the exhaust, so out comes the socket set and a spot of WD40 as that is all I have for bolt lube.
I may add at this time it is now slashing it down in biblical proportions and I am now sporting an old set of golf waterproofs, I also remember why I got new ones due to the ****ers leaking like a bloody sieve.
Now i give the head of the bolt a little nip one way and then the other to free it only for the bloody thing to sheer off in my hands.
I think i may of let out a little tear at this point, due to the utter uselessness of it all.
Laying there 1/2 under & 1/2 out under the bloody downpour was something that I simply will not endure any more, so I fashioned a repair using an old coat hanger and slipping it over the big rod that protrudes from under the bolt and nestles up against the inside of the bumper. And in doing so I doff my cap to the men of the spanner and wrench and kind of offered up a little prayer to them all. And in a way was kind of thankful that i went into construction and would like it known that it is always going to stay that way.
I still love the old girl but will always look at her with a slight wince form now onwards. (I do understand that some on here have had a lot worse to deal with but as of yet i haven't with this current little Italian hussy)
This story is written after a lovely hot shower, to do 2 things - 1 to warm up, and 2 - to wash the never ending nooks and crannies that the old under car blackness can get into.
Just to compound my utter and complete uselessness as a aforementioned mechanic, here are some pictures of the bodge job.
And the little ******* bolt head
bed for me now, night all.