OT, but kinda funny.
Over the winter, my buddy finally rebuilt his 1958 Harley Panhead. Nothing leaks like an old Harley! Well, maybe a VW. It had a crack in the right side case near the generator, the one w/the #s most prominently displayed on it. This man is a superb mechanic and expert welder. He sent the crank out and made a jig to assemble the 2 cases once he got all NOS parts for it.
A Harley engine is split down the middle, front to back with the crank in between. Very MAJOR surgery. Factory techs don't even like this job, and shun them!
Picture hanging the crank from a beam, and sliding the 2 halves of you block together & making sure all tolerances are correct. And no oil pan to look up into in order to make sure it's all correct & even.
Anywho, we meet every Saturday at a diner for B-fast. He showed up w/a beautiful machine that ran 100%.
I came prepared w/a zip-lock bag w/some new oil and some metal shavings. During our meal, I excused myself to the Loo. Instead I poured out the contents right under his bike. When we all came outside & he saw the "carnage" he went thru all 5 stages of grief within 7 minutes. I eventually copped to what I did.
Was it wrong of me to wait until tears formed in his eyes before I fessed up? Too far?
Your friend (?), hutch
BTW, still paying top dollar for large quantities of cold tablets.
I've also learned that sometimes... when people don't agree with you .... its best to hold them down and kidney punch them till they agree with you