like pus from an infected fingernail
Saturday, April 30 2011
It was a nice day, so I strapped on some headphones, queued up some podcasts, jacked up the Subaru, and worked on it for a few hours. The first order of business was to finally and conclusively replace the rotten and repeatedly-patched fuel filler pipe. The replacement I'd ordered turned out to be an actual part made by Subaru (at Fuji Heavy Industries, no less), which meant it would probably last longer than the crappy knock-off replacement pipes I normally buy online. Still, I decided not to take any chances that I would ever have to replace the pipe again. I slathered its entire exterior with roofing asphalt, my favorite persistent weatherizer. Replacing the filler pipe (back when I'd taken it off to better patch it) had seemed like a tricky job, but this second time it seemed like almost a trivial procedure. This is how it is with experience; this is why if you get brain surgery you want it done by the old guy.
While the car was up on the jack, I examined the rear passenger side brakes (since it seems noise has been coming from back there of late). I managed to disassemble the calipers and remove the shoes, but nothing seemed to be amiss. After making the mistake of pumping the brakes with the shoeless calipers, I had to use a C-clamp to force the brake cylinder back into compression. I also found that by using a screwdriver as a probe, it was relatively easy to coax brake fluid out from around the rubber seal of the cylinder's piston like pus from an infected fingernail cuticle, though (happily), no such leaks manifested when the brakes were actually deployed.
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