10/13/14

I am quite annoyed.  First off, the +2 magazine extension for the Auto5 does only add two shells.  Ok, so that doesn’t really “annoy” me since that is what it was advertised to do, but I was hopeful.  I should have learned by now that optimism just sets Juan up for disappointment.  Anyhoo, other than only extending the capacity out to what it said it would and no more, the thing installed very easily and works perfectly.  I really can’t complain… that’s not going to stop me of course.  So there’s that.  Now we get to the beginning of the really shitty parts of the weekend.  First off, I felt like crap when I got home.  Ironically a crap would have helped the matter, but I digress.  I opened the MkIII accurizing kit to discover that it did not contain THE ONE FUCKING PART I WANTED!  It did not have the bushing to eliminate the magazine “safety” from the gun.  I sent an e-mail asking what the deal was and was told that the MkIII kit doesn’t contain the bushing but the MkII kit did.  This makes NO sense whatsoever as it is the MkIII not the MkII which has the mag “safety.”  He said we would have to swap hammers and he’ll send the bushing.  So, there was internet fucking number one.  Saturday morning I opened up the shop and just as John was arriving I noticed that Rockauto sent two LEFT calipers.  I need a right caliper.  Internet fucking number two.  I went on a bit of a tirade about it and said I seriously doubted whether the cap, rotor, and plug wires were right.  The cap and rotor fit so John tucked into changing the plugs and wires.  They appear to be right.  Patrick showed up and handed over a nice piece of aluminum.  It was the part I needed to make the adapter for the carb!  This lightened my mood considerably.  I opened up the carb gasket, the one which cost THIRTEEN TIMES as much to ship as the part itself giving us internet fucking number three, and guess what… yes, it was for the motherfucking 1,800cc engine.  John was looking at it and compared it to the gasket which came with the kit.  “These line up,” he said.  “Are you sure this adapter won’t fit?  We walked to the front of the car and it was there that we discovered that the wrong gasket was internet fucking number four.  Fuck Rockauto!  I am fucking DONE with them.  They have fucked me for the last time.  I made a template for the gasket surface of the manifold and transferred it to the aluminum.  Then we began to think about how we were going to do the adaptation.  It was decided that we would make the lower plate to bolt to the manifold, drill and tap it for the upper plate, and use that to attach the carb.  This we did.  It works well.  I am less upset having succeeded with that project.  Then we moved on to making a steering wheel adapter.  John had a MOMO adapter for a Mustang which was made of steel.  He fingered that we could cut the center out of the Subaru wheel and weld it to the “cage” of the MOMO adapter.  This we did.  It is nice.  Unfortunately we didn’t have any six-bolt steering wheels at the shop.  John has a couple he’s going to bring next week so that otter be finished then.  When I got home, after we ate “eat all you can wings” at Applebee’s, I went on e-Bay to look for a Chitterlings Manuel for the Subaru and a right caliper.  I found the… what?  Yes, you in the back.  What did you say?  “Why didn’t I try to send the one back to Rockauto?”  Did you not see the part up there about “Fuck Rockauto.  I am fucking DONE with them”?  Rockauto can join Ashley Furniture in the eating of bags of dicks.  So, where was I?  Right, I found the Chitterlings Manuel (it is a Haynes actually but I like to call them Chitterlings… because I find it amusing) and ordered it.  Then I shopped for brake rotors and pads for Fiona for a while.  When I found that I was just a tad shy of the purchase price of a set, I went shopping for the right caliper for the Subaru.  I found several in the $99.00 range and fingered that was what I was going to have to pay when I saw one for… wait, are you sitting down?  Good, I found one for $250.00!  For a REBUILT caliper!  I had to send the link to John.  I was astounded.  Eventually I found one for $60.00 or so and ordered it.  I meant to put a not to the seller on PayPal saying “For the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, please, please, please make sure it is a RIGHT caliper!” but I forgot.  If I get another left… well, you might just see my naked ass running off across a field, never to be heard from again.  We’ll see.