Replac(ing) the clutch master cylinder in my 110.
7am : Spirits high, coffee hot, temp just 83F and I'm up before work to replace the Clutch Master which has been put off too long and has drawn ire from my wife when having to roll start the truck in gear to get home at times when I forgot to add fluid.
Shes a RHD, no rust at all on the bulkhead and I watched plenty of you tube, what could go wrong.
8:30am: Fluid drained in a bucket, none on me, all bulkhead bolts out, nothing bleeding, flying high, job going well. 85F and climbing
8:31am: realize I forgot to disconnect clutch hydraulic line so re-bolt two bolts to hold her still
8:45am: realizing its frozen went for the liquid wrench penetration fluid, besides, have to log into work soon and its already 88F and sun is peering over the shade of the tree.
Won't take long when I return, spirit slightly bent but I'm sure to get to the bottom of this repair soon.
11:00am, no movement of the line from the master, starting to worry, more liquid wrench, temp outside over 95F, like working on the moon I can only take 8-10 min shifts before retreating to my covid workstation in the kitchen.
3pm, create a meeting in outlook to step away for 30min and re-asses the situation in the 98F heat. Ironically determine I need more heat.
5pm, done with work, borrow the wife's kitchen torch (full benzomatic) and proceed to catch what is some kind of sound proofing on the bulkhead on fire as well as melt the crap out of the gasket for the bulkhead. Now you know why we Americans call it a firewall... spirit of adventure and happiness working on my defender literally goes up in flames, no damage to speedo cable or bonnet cable.
5:15pm, fashion a heat shield out of a lawnmower part and really heat it up. Over 98F outside, not sure why fixture is requiring propane to get it any hotter to turn
5:17pm fixture turns while spinning the $120 clutch master to slave line into a twisty straw.
5:20pm realize Rover's North needs a week before they can ship the part and this process will not start until... tomorrow. Depressed and turning to
Making a drink, will wait to tell the wife its not moving for at least another week.
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