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*sigh* "I just dragged myself into the house after a roughly 20 min crying jag and destruction fest in the garage.
Ihad tried to do a minor repair, discovered that the subframe which holds up the whole engine/transmission was cracked and rusted in one corner. THis means I'll have ot have a repair patch welded in there. I tried to put the bolt I had talken out back in only to discover the nut it goes into had fallen off inside the body where i couldn't reach it. I tried using a spare I had and that fell down inside, so I used the second and last spare I had. I got that one on and started tightening the bolt, then the nut slipped off the pin that holds it in place and is now spinning on the end of the bolt. I can't get it tightened and I can't get it off ,adn I can;t even see the fucker because it's buried up int the body and I can only reach it through a 1/2" by 1" slit that barely allows two fingers in.
So I couldn't put the bolt back in so I could drive her, and I couldn't get it out so I could reposition the nut and even if I got it back together it'll have to come back out when I pay someone to weld in the repair patch (somethign that will take more money I really don't have).
After an hour of fighting with hte one fucking bolt and smacking my ead and getting my hair caought and making fucking negative progress I dragged myself out from under The Cat, smashed the front grille[1] to plastic splinters with the wrench in my hand and proceeded to bawl my eyes out on the floor of the garage.
Now I'm back inside. I'm exhausted from crying. I'm shaky from the exhauston and the residue of the adrenline. I'm cold from sitting on a garage floor crying. I want nothing more to curl up in someone's lap and start crying again.
Instead I checked the taurus repair site for help and after finding none posted a request for help to the taurus message board. I'm going to get something to eat as soon as the idea of food doesn't nauseate me and plan on tackling this again in the morning when it's gotten warmer.
Feh. It would be nice to have things going positively in one area of my life."
[1] the amusing part was that when I came out from under the car I had this 'must kill SOMETHING!!' feeling that I couldn't stop, but I managed to redirect it to the front grille which is cheaply and easily replaceable and doesn't affect her driveability.
Ihad tried to do a minor repair, discovered that the subframe which holds up the whole engine/transmission was cracked and rusted in one corner. THis means I'll have ot have a repair patch welded in there. I tried to put the bolt I had talken out back in only to discover the nut it goes into had fallen off inside the body where i couldn't reach it. I tried using a spare I had and that fell down inside, so I used the second and last spare I had. I got that one on and started tightening the bolt, then the nut slipped off the pin that holds it in place and is now spinning on the end of the bolt. I can't get it tightened and I can't get it off ,adn I can;t even see the fucker because it's buried up int the body and I can only reach it through a 1/2" by 1" slit that barely allows two fingers in.
So I couldn't put the bolt back in so I could drive her, and I couldn't get it out so I could reposition the nut and even if I got it back together it'll have to come back out when I pay someone to weld in the repair patch (somethign that will take more money I really don't have).
After an hour of fighting with hte one fucking bolt and smacking my ead and getting my hair caought and making fucking negative progress I dragged myself out from under The Cat, smashed the front grille[1] to plastic splinters with the wrench in my hand and proceeded to bawl my eyes out on the floor of the garage.
Now I'm back inside. I'm exhausted from crying. I'm shaky from the exhauston and the residue of the adrenline. I'm cold from sitting on a garage floor crying. I want nothing more to curl up in someone's lap and start crying again.
Instead I checked the taurus repair site for help and after finding none posted a request for help to the taurus message board. I'm going to get something to eat as soon as the idea of food doesn't nauseate me and plan on tackling this again in the morning when it's gotten warmer.
Feh. It would be nice to have things going positively in one area of my life."
[1] the amusing part was that when I came out from under the car I had this 'must kill SOMETHING!!' feeling that I couldn't stop, but I managed to redirect it to the front grille which is cheaply and easily replaceable and doesn't affect her driveability.
