Hi all,
I am pretty handy when it comes to fixing my own cars having had a good mechanical upbringing, so it pains me to tell this embarassing tale that happened to me. :-/
I purchase the Street Machine magazine and I love one of the regular articles called Dirty Stuff, it is written by a mechanic who recounts his daily experiences in the workshop and his dealings with the odd moron.
One silly bloke had his gearbox recoed by this workshop and sucessfully put it back into his car. The next day the car was placed on the trailer and taken to the drag strip where it did a great 1/4 mile blast, during the slowdown at the end of the strip things didn't sound too good. When the plug was pulled on the box brass shavings came out (the synchros), BUT NO OIL.
Our mate had removed and forgotten about the big red tag that said "BOX CONTAINS NO OIL" that the workshop had wired to the box
Anyway back to me, I thought to myself, what an idiot, who is that dumb, knuckhead, stupid idiot, loser and a couple of other things I won't mention and had a good old chuckle to myself.
Untill one day when I busted a couple of teeth on the ring gear of the diff on my VH commodore, no probs says me and got a diff from the wrecker. I changed it over one night and worked late as I needed it the next day to go to work.
I drained out the old diff oil, bolted it up in the car, placed the car on the ground and took off down the road ( notice how I left out -filled with new oil-)
Not far down the road I heard birds singing, it was at that stage that I had a really bad feeling ( wonder why)
I pulled over, walked back home and picked up the pump and diff oil, on the way back to the car I was thinking about the things I had thought about our mate with the gearbox, Boy did I have egg on my face.
The diff survived ok luckily.
Happy oiling everyone!!! Mikey