It was time to do a well documented step by step on the complex topic of hood grills.
I was in San Diego and when away from home for a couple of days one should always get gifts for the loved ones, so I got new hood grills and a side marker for the E9.
Two up days on the stock market, time to sell and diversify into E9 trim. Note to self: talk to Goldman Sucks about a fund indexed to the cost of E9 plastic and rubber trim. Great return, and hedge against costs increases for my coupe.
First picture: see the old parts in case somebody needs used trim. Not that bad, one grill has a broken finger but so do I after a soccer game today against some burly Irish players. It is a actually a broken toe, I have a picture but I am not sure people want to see it. Turned out I bleed Verona red.
Second picture: Hood surface is prepared with Formula 1 stuff they sold me at the gas station, then touch up the paint scratches left by the original grill. I guess it was installed too tight by some burly Irish soccer player.
Third picture, the crux of gift-giving, present the new parts in their original bags to the hood and take a picture.
Fourth picture: Now clean the washers and screws, a rusty screw is the beginning of the end. Metal oxidation is a chemical reaction where a poorly protected metal loses electrons. That lowly metal is next to another high quality metal, and out of pure envy the lowly metal steals electrons from the good metal when nobody is watching. Before you know your hood rusts. I put the washers and screws in PB blaster. The fumes of that thing kill half my neurons before the screws are ready. Now sand the screws to a shiny head.
Installing the grills takes either a person with three hands, or the use of a helper. My wife helping is risky, she may start asking about grill vs. Louis Vouitton prices. I get on the internet and google "how to grow a third hand".
My third hand came with poor motor skills, so at times I hold the screw in my mouth pressed by my teeth until things are properly positioned. Yikes, I taste the PB blaster in my mouth. The oral poisoning may turn me into a complete idiot, which is not that bad going into an election year as the main parties can run me for office.
Last picture: The finished product looks beautiful, the new grill fingers on the lifted hood resemble a line of Can-Can dancers at the Follies Bergeres.
DeArde
I was in San Diego and when away from home for a couple of days one should always get gifts for the loved ones, so I got new hood grills and a side marker for the E9.
Two up days on the stock market, time to sell and diversify into E9 trim. Note to self: talk to Goldman Sucks about a fund indexed to the cost of E9 plastic and rubber trim. Great return, and hedge against costs increases for my coupe.
First picture: see the old parts in case somebody needs used trim. Not that bad, one grill has a broken finger but so do I after a soccer game today against some burly Irish players. It is a actually a broken toe, I have a picture but I am not sure people want to see it. Turned out I bleed Verona red.
Second picture: Hood surface is prepared with Formula 1 stuff they sold me at the gas station, then touch up the paint scratches left by the original grill. I guess it was installed too tight by some burly Irish soccer player.
Third picture, the crux of gift-giving, present the new parts in their original bags to the hood and take a picture.
Fourth picture: Now clean the washers and screws, a rusty screw is the beginning of the end. Metal oxidation is a chemical reaction where a poorly protected metal loses electrons. That lowly metal is next to another high quality metal, and out of pure envy the lowly metal steals electrons from the good metal when nobody is watching. Before you know your hood rusts. I put the washers and screws in PB blaster. The fumes of that thing kill half my neurons before the screws are ready. Now sand the screws to a shiny head.
Installing the grills takes either a person with three hands, or the use of a helper. My wife helping is risky, she may start asking about grill vs. Louis Vouitton prices. I get on the internet and google "how to grow a third hand".
My third hand came with poor motor skills, so at times I hold the screw in my mouth pressed by my teeth until things are properly positioned. Yikes, I taste the PB blaster in my mouth. The oral poisoning may turn me into a complete idiot, which is not that bad going into an election year as the main parties can run me for office.
Last picture: The finished product looks beautiful, the new grill fingers on the lifted hood resemble a line of Can-Can dancers at the Follies Bergeres.
DeArde
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