Your ideal garage?

For some planned work on my first car I bought a valve spring compressor
which has hung on the wall of my dad's garage, unopened, for somewhere in
the region of 15 years.

You may wish to LOL at the thought of me actually getting an engine apart to
the point where I could use a valve spring compressor or, more likely, at
the thought of me trying to get the engine back together again afterwards.

TBH I don't even know _why_ you'd use a valve spring compressor ... well,
other than to compress valve springs, obviously, I just don't have a clear
idea as to why you'd want to do that.

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The speccy Geordie twat.

 

Given that I'm the same then - probably.

Phil

 

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I spent several hours trying to find someone with a VSC I could borrow
to get the valves out of the wife's Clio. Then noticed the one I
couldnt' find hanging on the wall in front of where the head sat on the
bench.

 

Um .... yes. Me too.

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Ah however ... the spindles can make a very handy drift.

 

If you have enough room to stretch at all, let alone luxuriously, you
have a long way to go in the accumulated junk stakes.

 

A two-gallon bucket of assorted castors, not one of which has ever
fitted anything to which I wanted to fit wheels.

Most useless tool? Hard to say. Perhaps the pair of circlip pliers
which turned out to be made of cheese and in any case it took longer
to svaq them than to do the wbo with a pair of small screwdrivers.


Guy

 

said...

Do you mind awfully if I don't? It's not really my 'thing'.

 

said...

<Sticks up paw> Stretch? *Stretch*?? I can stretch on my
bed. That's the one place I absolutely insist is kept free
for stretching. Other than that there's scarcely room for a
mouse to stretch, let alone the proverbial swinging cat. Hmm,
now there's a thought. A swinging cat. No, I don't think I
want to go there. As you were then.

 

said...

I've got a camp bed with those pushem-in legs that go
underneath like a three-sided not quite rectangle. Damned
uncomfortable as a bed, but I've got plans for those legses -
if I can find them...

 

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Because they're too loose in their uncompressed state, having
been used and therefore worn and have lost some of their
springybackedness, of course.

HTH.

 

Ah - now. I have some tent pegs here ..... somewhere ....

 

Have you too experienced the exquisite sensation of a reluctant cat
planting every available claw in your scalp, and holding on?

 

Apart from being totally unequipped, of course

 

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I used to regularly (partially) strip down the engine of my
little scooterette (gawd, what ghastly names they give
things!); the problem was putting it back together without
having more things left over than there were things. Blimey,
you know I'd forgotten I used to do things like that. I
wouldn't know where to start, these days, let alone know how
(or why) to put it all back together again. In fact, I can
barely even picture the poor thing now apart from the rather
naff little fairing. Hmm. Honda C50 and C90 I had. The
'sit-up-and-beg' of motorcycles. Great for commuting into
Nodnol though, and parking outside the orifice was free
because bike parking was free. But - what on earth are
collets? I don't unforget collets. Unless they were the
little roundish longish things that used to fall on the ground
and were in some way crucial to the running of the thing?
'Ere, I've just realised - I've still got my original toolkit
around somewhere. About as naff as they come and of no
practical hfr whatsoever because the material it's molished of
is barely up to t'wbo.

 

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I'm sure someone will have your share.

 

said...

Cheese? You've unforgetted me of the cheesewire I insisted on
having, which whilst not a garage tool still counts as a
useless tool. Instead of cutting cheese, the wire sat atop
the stuff looking insolent and stretching itself. The more I
pulled on the wire the more it stretched, until it didn't have
to cut through the cheese to reach the worktop on the other
side.

 

Nice as it is to see the bikers on their annual charabanc tour, they
can be just a bit free with their rufty-tufty, hairy-nefrq, leather-clad
language, innit.

 

Very similar to the bag of nails... except they were bolts about 1" long
and 1/8" ('cept they're more likely to be 3zz) dia, round head. Tipped
out of the bag, they filled three ice-cream tubs. I might have hfrq as
many as three in the last 260 fortnights.

Prolly just as useless is a nelectric air pump which delivers not much
air at a very low pressure hfvat a noscillating cylinder (like a Mamod
steam engine in reverse). Never found a hfr for it, but I've rejected
it as my most useleaa item, 'cos it is decorative (FSVO...) and while
it's ehaavat you can let your bog be mindled at how the eclectic motor
bit can possible jbex. (It's just a metal disc that passes between the
poles of a nelectric mangent.)

 

Plenty of practise being the usual keyword here...