I think it will never not blow my mind that south Texas is a legit space port. (That’s assuming it plays out as planned, of course. I think we still have to see if environmental concerns outweigh the development opportunity?)
Well, there’s a balloon launch site further up the coast in Wharton, I think, that they were calling a space port, but I always thought that was a little bit of humor. It’s different for me to imagine driving down to the valley to see a monster rocket go to Mars.
Multiple combination wrenches (spanners). Most other brute force methods are obviously out.
Use a hex bit on the bolt, one small wrench to grip the bit and chain a few wrenches together for leverage. They will wrap around in an approximate circle for a small space.
I’m the designated jar opener in my family, if they bring it to my couch while I’m watching the news, I’m sure I can get it open in a couple seconds. Then they can say the customary thank you, which is “oh, I must have loosened it.” and then leave.
“Hand me that torch. Can’t be seized-up if it’s dripping out in the floor.”
Pressurized airline fitting was just straight whoopin his fuckin ass…
I think he wore sunglasses in the shop so he could never see the lightyear-wide greenhorn shitstain he left in his wake. Been three years and I still find one of his fuckups every now and again. His tech manual for every vehicle was the top two or three hits on SploogeToob…
He’d definitely have that lid, the container it’s in and everything else in the lab turned to pure watery shit by now… “What do ya mean it’s contaminated? I used a thousand dollar MATCO grinder!!!”
Oddly enough, I miss that little motherfucker every now and again. He was definitely entertaining.
Yeah, you know he drove a fuckin Miata. Convertible…
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