-popcorn ok... friends helping other friends move...
'95 F350 dually stink motor hauling a 26" horse trailer... brake line pops on the truck... have to stop it by ramping up the electric brake on the horse traler and letting it drag the rig to a whoa...
so I go over this afternoon... 96*, humidity up around Ungodly... cool, it's the line between the ABS unit and it's unioned together in front of the midship tank...
20 minutes to the nearest parts store... they don't have a section of line long enough... AND they don't have any tube unions... so I go down the road to a SECOND parts store to get the unions... while I'm in that store, I begin to feel a bit woozy (remember it's in the mid 90's and humid like a sauna?)... I get outside and stumble into my own truck... and can't find the race on the radio...
so now I'm *HOT*, ready to hurl, and I'm beginning to get a little PO'd...
back at the ranch, I slide back underneath the Big Red One... miracously get both fitting loose with ordinary end wrenches (must've been that heads-up penny I found while looking for a place to loose my breakfast)...
go to flare the second piece I had to cut down to make the right length, and my 3/16 anvil is busted...
so now I'm HOT, woozy, PO'd, dirty, and have to make a double flare with basically a flat piece of steel... I somehow make a passable flare, put the line in place, and put the FULL pint (and ONLY pint) of brake fluid I bought into the master... and start pumping to move air back to the wheel cylinder which I HOPE TO GOD I can get the bleeders out of (because my bottle jack is in MY garage across town and then some)...
open the back bleeders without breaking either one off (must've been that lucky penny)... start a gravity bleed... get a solid drip from them and start to pressurize the system...
POP - SSSSssssss.... the REAR line blows over the midship tank... -mad
someone tell me why I'm laying on a blanket that smells like cat pee, under a truck that isn't mine, in an outdoor SAUNA, sicker'n heck, bugs bitin' the heck out of my legs, dog drooling on my crotch...
BACK to the auto parts store for two more section of line; I know I'm going to be too long, but I'm gonna put some loops in it and cram it in there...
break apart the line, go back to the flex line down to the axle and, for the sake of speed, snip the line with bolt cutters to get a box wrench on the tube nut... OH YEAH GREAT now I've got brake fluid in my eye... maybe even a couple flakes of rust for good measure...
blindly shimmy out from under the truck and make my way to a yard hydrant, where I have to remove a hose to get under the spigot... oh great, need the pliers I left back by the truck... gee, this brake fluid is REALLY starting to burn... back to the yard hydrant, remove the hose, flush my eyes...
back under the truck on the cat pee blanket... put the line in the flex hose by feel...
start the bleeding process again...
OH LOOK... there's a union I forot to tighten... can't get to it... it's above the fuel tank... take the line BACK OUT... more brake fluid dripping on my shirt sleeve... man, this burns here too...
tighten the union, put the line back in, start the bleeding for the THIRD time...
HEY... this think is suckin in air from somewhere...
guess what...
running the master dry flipped the seal cups over...
back to the parts store AGAIN...
I started this project at 2:00 this afternoon... SHOULD HAVE taken me less than an hour... I got done in time to be stepping out of the shower as it got dark...
'95 F350 dually stink motor hauling a 26" horse trailer... brake line pops on the truck... have to stop it by ramping up the electric brake on the horse traler and letting it drag the rig to a whoa...
so I go over this afternoon... 96*, humidity up around Ungodly... cool, it's the line between the ABS unit and it's unioned together in front of the midship tank...
20 minutes to the nearest parts store... they don't have a section of line long enough... AND they don't have any tube unions... so I go down the road to a SECOND parts store to get the unions... while I'm in that store, I begin to feel a bit woozy (remember it's in the mid 90's and humid like a sauna?)... I get outside and stumble into my own truck... and can't find the race on the radio...
so now I'm *HOT*, ready to hurl, and I'm beginning to get a little PO'd...
back at the ranch, I slide back underneath the Big Red One... miracously get both fitting loose with ordinary end wrenches (must've been that heads-up penny I found while looking for a place to loose my breakfast)...
go to flare the second piece I had to cut down to make the right length, and my 3/16 anvil is busted...
so now I'm HOT, woozy, PO'd, dirty, and have to make a double flare with basically a flat piece of steel... I somehow make a passable flare, put the line in place, and put the FULL pint (and ONLY pint) of brake fluid I bought into the master... and start pumping to move air back to the wheel cylinder which I HOPE TO GOD I can get the bleeders out of (because my bottle jack is in MY garage across town and then some)...
open the back bleeders without breaking either one off (must've been that lucky penny)... start a gravity bleed... get a solid drip from them and start to pressurize the system...
POP - SSSSssssss.... the REAR line blows over the midship tank... -mad
someone tell me why I'm laying on a blanket that smells like cat pee, under a truck that isn't mine, in an outdoor SAUNA, sicker'n heck, bugs bitin' the heck out of my legs, dog drooling on my crotch...
BACK to the auto parts store for two more section of line; I know I'm going to be too long, but I'm gonna put some loops in it and cram it in there...break apart the line, go back to the flex line down to the axle and, for the sake of speed, snip the line with bolt cutters to get a box wrench on the tube nut... OH YEAH GREAT now I've got brake fluid in my eye... maybe even a couple flakes of rust for good measure...
blindly shimmy out from under the truck and make my way to a yard hydrant, where I have to remove a hose to get under the spigot... oh great, need the pliers I left back by the truck... gee, this brake fluid is REALLY starting to burn... back to the yard hydrant, remove the hose, flush my eyes...
back under the truck on the cat pee blanket... put the line in the flex hose by feel...
start the bleeding process again...
OH LOOK... there's a union I forot to tighten... can't get to it... it's above the fuel tank... take the line BACK OUT... more brake fluid dripping on my shirt sleeve... man, this burns here too...
tighten the union, put the line back in, start the bleeding for the THIRD time...
HEY... this think is suckin in air from somewhere...
guess what...
running the master dry flipped the seal cups over...
back to the parts store AGAIN...
I started this project at 2:00 this afternoon... SHOULD HAVE taken me less than an hour... I got done in time to be stepping out of the shower as it got dark...
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