by dreinecke » Sat Dec 29, 2012 5:46 pm
Harry, I feel your pain. When we lived in Germany from 1980-1984 we lived in an apartment without a garage. I did everything outside on my 1968 Chevelle - tuneups, bodywork, you name it. I think the only time I got to use the Auto-Hobby shop on base was when I put the headers and exhaust on it because we wanted to use the lift.
Worst job I ever did on it was the motor mounts. Turns out that the original Chevrolet design was a 2-part mount. Which, broke and usually stuck the throttle wide-open due to the fact that the motor would torque over and not go back into the now broken mount. Well, between our little town of Machenbach and Ramstein AFB, that is what happened. After 2 months of trying to get the right parts through JC WEHAVEYOURMONEYWHITNEY, I had my aunt go to Sport Chevrolet in Baltimore, MD and send me an unmarked package. Not only did I finally get the new mounts, but they were the new style with the safety catch in the event they broke!
Back to the story: It was January, about 20 degrees, and snowing. Oh, and did I mention the sustained 25 MPH winds? I started at 10AM and finished at 4PM. Normally, this is a 15-30 minute job per side. Not when you can't feel your hands, face, and other parts. It took me about an hour to get the driver's side out, and then 2 hours to put the new one in. Everytime I tried to line up the bolts, something would move, fall, etc. Of course, the car was parked on a cobblestone driveway that would swallow the bolts and nuts and take 20 minutes to find. I finally put an old GI blanket down as my arse was now frozen to the pavement. I went in for lunch and to defrost and finally had an ephiphany - was it better to freeze or was it better to burn? I elected burn and cranked up the car, got the headers nice and hot, and went back to work. I still remember burning skin off the back of my knuckles a few times on the passenger side. But, the good news was that I warmed it up about 10 degrees under the car. I think I did that about 5 times; start the car, let it run a few minutes to heat up, and then shut it down and go back under it. That sucked more than any lousy job I've done since.
As for the parts store, it would take months to get packages from the aforementioned money stealer. I finally resorted to having my aunt send everything for me in unmarked packages. I had 3 clutches and 4 Hurst shifters show up open with missing parts. Turns out the good old mail sorters in the APO world needed stuff for their cars too.