arteacher wrote on 03/03/12 at 09:20:57:

dogs have owners
cats have staff  

drums1 wrote on 03/04/12 at 10:19:27:

Yup,.. rubber, for some reason, never lasts on that tap...
Find a screw that will tap down that hole, or plug it with a wood dowel... Something solid... and it will never bother you again... ...

Umm, yeah, I have a brand new voltage regulator for my Savage on a shelf because I was tired and frustrated after a long week of various trials and tribulations and just neglected my basic electrical/electronic troubleshooting and jumped to conclusions.  After I got a decent night's sleep, I found and replaced the bad connector after the part had shipped and before it was received.  Oh well.  I got a decent price on it and I'm sure I'll need it some day.  

And JOG's descriptions of various ill-conceived or ill-executed projects just sounds all too familiar.  If I think about it much I'll start to remember too many misadventures I've spent a lot of time forgetting.




Edited to correct a spelling error I spotted later.

I am glad I have no stories like those to tell.

You believe that, right, right?

I already had stories like that when I was 12.

It seems l remember something about a dead battery, mostly good results when I checked everything, battery, rectifier, stator, connections and so forth.  Those random things are tough to figure out.

But I did it.  Bought a battery tender, use it every so often and the battery stays good now, mostly.  

I was trying to fix the temperature gauge in my Metro about two years ago,...
...by laying on the seat with my legs sticking out the door, and wedging my head under the brake pedal,.. I was able to wiggle my left arm up under the dash and touch the gauge, but I couldn't push the connector... after about ten minutes of trying, I decided to give up.  
That's when I discovered that my arm was stuck up there...
20 more minutes of wiggling,.. and I was still stuck.  
I had the portable phone on the passenger seat and spent the next 20 minutes trying to kick my shoes off and use my feet maneuver the phone over to my right hand... No luck... (Don't know who I would have called if I'd managed it anyway)...
So,. I returned my escape artist contortions, but this time with my legs somehow in the area of the passenger side dashboard.  I guess I got better leverage that way, because I eventually managed to get my head out from under the brake pedal which released my arm and I got out...
All by myself.... a proud moment...  ...

The gauge is still broke... ...

I don't need that gauge anyway...

I restored a '37 Enfield when I was 15 in the basement. Had it all together, gas in the tank, and was trying to fix a leak in the primary chain cover with my legs under the bike. It fell over on me, and I couldn't push it off. Gas leaked all over me. My parents were out, so I lay there for a while. I heard them come home so I started hollering that I was stuck. My mom came down the stairs, which I was under, with a lit cigarette in her mouth with a couple of inches of ash on the end. fortunately the ash stayed on the end, and my dad came down and helped get the bike off me. I was red for 3 days where  the gas had made contact with my skin.
Probably lost a brain cell or two as well.

You were young enough to call that a learning experience,, It hurts when yer 30+ YEARS OLD & build a bear trap & then step in it. Its a fine story, tho,, Ill bet you talked bad a few minutes,, & if I had been there, Ill bet I woulda laffed longer than you cussed..