Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Been on Vacation so: Training Log: the week so far!

Monday 12/26/11

Christan: had to bench because her neck was giving  her trouble
Bench
45 x 10
65 x 8
85 x 5
95 x 5p
105 x 3
115 x 6p
115 x 6
120 x 3fp
115 x 4p
115 x 5

Wide Grip
105 x 7p
105 x 7

3 ct Pauses
100 x 4p

Pete
Squat: Focused on getting the bar on the shelf: the right spot on my back. Felt like I had been setting up too low
bw x 12 x 2
45 x 10
135 x 5
225 x 5
315 x 5
405 x 5
465 x 3
520 x 5... only had to get one, wanted two or three, but got the five. My knees are getting too old for this.

Walkout: wrapped
610

Speed pulls: Conventional
3" Deficit
225 x 3
315 x 3
350 x 3 x 3
Floor
350 x 3 x 3

RDL
315 x 8
335 x 8
355 x 8

Standing abs
120 x 10
130 x 10
140 x 10

Calves
45 x 15 x 3various

Tuesday 12/27/11... HBTM.HBTM.HPDP.HBTM.

Christan: gets to...
Squat
45 x 10
95 x 5
135 x 5
160 x 3
185 x 2
200 x 1
210 x 7... PR!!!
Walkout: 275... looked good

Speed Pulls
Floor:
Sumo: 175 x 3 x 3
Conventional: 175 x 3 x 3

Leg Press
185 x 10
225 x 10
315 x 10

Calves
315 x 12 x 2

Pete
Shoulder Warmup!!!

DB Press
25 x 10
45 x 10
65 x 10
75 x 10
85 x 10
95 x 7

Floor Press
75 x 8
85 x 8
95 x 8

BB tricep Extensions
45 x65 x 12
85 x 10
105 x 8
115 x 1... shoulder
95 x 12

Rope Pushdowns
100 x 10
120 x 10
140 x 10
160 x 10

Preacher DB Curls
25 x 10 x ea
30 x 10 x ea
35 x 10 x ea

Wednesday 12/28/11
Pete
Seated DB Shoulder Press
25 x 10
40 x 10
60 x 10
75 x 10

Face Pulls:
150 x 15
170 x 15
190 x 15
210 x 15

Pullups
BW x 4 x 4 sets

Suitcase DL
135 x 8 x ea
155 x 8 x ea
175 x 8 x ea
185 x 8 x ea... and I thought I was going to die. But I didn't.

P-Rows
225 x 5
245 x 5
265 x 5
285 x 5

Shrugs
135 x 5
225 x 5
315 x 10
315 x 10
315 x 10
365 x 10

Front Delt Raise
5 x 12 x ea
10 x 12 x ea
10 x 12 x ea

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Further Adventures of Proto-Mechanic

The Vehicle: 2002 Ford Focus, aka The "Frankenfocus"
The Job: Check front brakes because of a weird noise, replace rear brake shoes
The Place: The Proto-Mechanic Garage
Estimated Time: 5 hours

So, for the last month I have been hearing a sound from the front of the car. It sounds like brakes grinding. Got up early Sunday morning to get a good start. Had the first front tire off at 9: 30. The front brakes look fine.  On to the rear brakes. Fun Fact: Apparently Proto-Mechanic has issues with the direction a clock goes in. I was pretty sure I snapped a lug... and then proceeded to almost do it on the next one. I should have know that this was an inauspicious start.

It took me thirty minutes to get the jack stands set where I was happy with them. Removed both back tires. It was at that point that I could have turned back if I wanted to. My out was there, but I did not take it, because I am an idiot.

First anticipated issue: Drums won't come off. No sweat, I'll tap 'em with a hammer. No joy. I was expecting this. I'll just un-tension them and...

First unanticipated issue: Unlike the last brake job I did, there is no little hole in the drum to get to the tensioner. Alright, let's have a closer look. I see nothing except rust, brake dust and bolts.

First call to Master-of-Sport-Mechanic-and-All-'Round-Great-Guy, My-Personal-Mechanicing-Lifeline, Terry.

PM: "There is no hole to tension the shoes."

Master of Sport Mechanic: "Sure there is. Look for a rubber cap."

PM: "I don't see one."

All-'Round Great Guy: "Are you sure?"

PM: " Yes, I'm... wait. There it is."

Terry: "Just work a screwdriver in there and loosen 'em."

PM: "No dice, bub. I have two inches of clearence."

Terry: "Well, see if there are four bolts on the back side."

PM: "There are."

My Mechanicing Lifeline: "Well, just loosen them."

PM: "Is there a size between 11mm and 10mm."

Terry: "No, why?"

PM: "'Cause nothing fits."

Terry: "Is it a six point or twelve point nut."

PM: Counting "Six."

Terry: "And Nothing fits?"

PM: "No. Wait... those arn't bolts. They are round, like rivets."

Terry: "Well, that's weird."

PM: No shit. "Yeah."

So, against my better judgment we have to take the bearing cover off.

Terry: "Just pop the cotter pin out."

PM: "There ain't one."

Unanticipated issue number two: Terry: "No cotter pin?"

PM: "Nope."

Terry: "Well, what is holding the nut on?"

PM: "Looks to be a clip with six flanges, one around each side of the nut."

Terry: "Well,... um, I guess just bend the flanges back."

PM: "You guess?" That's comforting.

Terry: "Yeah."

I hang up and bend the flanges back and reveal the nut and find that, of course, I have no socket near big enough to fit the nut.


Terry: "It should come off no problem."

PM: "It won't budge."

Terry: "What about needle nose pliers?"

PM: "Nope."

Terry: "The guy takes it off with his hand in the video I am watching."

PM: "Unless he's the Hulk, it is a dirty trick of smoke and mirrors."

Awesome. Guess where I'm headed?

Off to the Zone... Dunta-Dun-Dunta... Auto-Zone where I drop twenty three bucks on  a 1-1/16 socket and the next two sizes up. Then we have to do a bit of stuff in town. When I get back the nut comes off and lo and behold it is not one nut it is two. The first is just a wee slip of a thing. so, I bend the flanges out some more and... the 1-1/16 socket will no longer fit. METRIC!!!

Back to the Zone... Dunta-Dun-Dunta... Autozone, where I swap the larger SAE sockets for a 26 and a 27mm socket. I get back. The two nuts are actually three nuts. I keep going. The three nuts is actually four nuts and the flange will no longer bend without breaking.

Second Call to Master-of-Sport-Mechanic-and-All-'Round-Great-Guy, My-Personal-Mechanicing-Lifeline, Terry.

Unanticipated issue number three: Terry: "Four nuts? I never saw anything like that."

Whenever a guy with 50 years experience, ASE qualifications out the wazoo and smarts to boot says, "I never saw anything like that." You know you are in over your head.

Terry: "Break the clips."

PM: "Do they sell them seperate?"

Terry: "I imagine. Hey, did you check the bearings I sent you to see if they come with the clips?"

Lesson: Always check the boxes of parts. You never know what you will learn.

This had not occured to me. By the way, Terry sent me a set of break shoes and a coupla bearings that he just happened to have laying about that actually fit the Frankenfocus. So, lesson learned: check the boxes first.

PM: "Yes, they do."

Terry: "Just break 'em off and the drum should come right off."

Then  Master-of-Sport-Mechanic-and-All-'Round-Great-Guy, My-Personal-Mechanicing-Lifeline, Terry had to go do some actual work himself and so left me to my own devices.

I broke the flange clips and the last nut came off. A couple of solid whacks with the hammer and the drum came off.

Repeat with other side, except now I just broke the flanges and took all four nuts off at once. EPJ.

Now to the shoes.

Well, they came off easy enough.

I am goin to buy a set of brake spring thingy's before I do... IF I do shoes again. Logan and I grunted and strained but finally got both sets of shoes on with only a moderate amount of fuss. I followed Master-of-Sport-Mechanic-and-All-'Round-Great-Guy, My-Personal-Mechanicing-Lifeline, Terry's advice of doing one shoe at a time, leaving the other side exposed as a guide. This was a solid idea. Glad I though of it.

So, except for bent pin that bent because I put it in the wrong hole even though Logan thought it went in the hole it actually went up going in, it was not a big deal.

Unanticipated issue number four: Then we had to put the drums back on. Remeber that there was not a hole to get to the tensioner? Well the tensioner sits betwixt the shoes and I can't figure this out to save my life. I look it up online and I get:

Hit Number 1: A video of a brake job on a 2001 Focus where the guy chews a lot of gum and does not actually show the brake job, he just tells us that he did the brake job. Asshole.

Fuming.

Hit number 13: A video of a guy doing a brake job on a 2002 Ford Something Else where he just fits the drum back on like breathing. Smug bastard.

Let the simpering begin.

Hit 39: A diagram of a brake job on a 2002 Ford Focus that says to seperate the small cam to loosen the shoes. I have no idea what this means.

I am swearing AT myself now.

I go outside and Logan has figured out what that means. You have to press a screw driver between the unmoving small cam and the moving larg cam that is not round but shaped like a "Q" and a "G" looped together. Damned if this does not work. Drums go on like a champ. Smug bastard asshole that I am, in my joy I forget that with the clamps on the nuts on the cover for the bearing, I do not have a socket big enough. Sigh.

I have to go to a concert for my Mother-in-Law. After the concert I swing by the Zone... Dunta-DunDunta... Auto-Zone! to swap out my last unused socket. And they are closed.

But Oh-Oh-Oh-O'Reilly's... Auto Parts is open! Go figure the six dollar SAE socket does not fit as well as the 30mm at 9 bucks. 30mm. Prolly need that again next week. Get home and fit it all back together.

Brakes work fine.

The noise is still there.

Son of a bitch.

Thing I learned:
1. A hammer is a good friend.
2. It is better to stay calm.
3. A calm son is good to have in a pinch.
4. Master-of-Sport-Mechanic-and-All-'Round-Great-Guy, My-Personal-Mechanicing-Lifeline, Terry still has me beat. Smug bastard.
5. Check your parts boxes first
6. Avoid doing brake shoes.
7. Buy a damned spring tool.
8. The internet SUCKS!!!

Total time with breaks for shopping, parts runs and a Christmas Cantata... Eleven Hours. OMG!!!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Update and a Poem Drops

We have been in "hell week," the last week of rehersals/first week of the show. Christan is directing "Uh-oh, Here Comes Christmas" down at WACT. This is her first directing gig. As such, I had to come out of retirement to act, paint sets and listen to her get mad.

I have not gone to the gym or done anything except work and go to the theatre in literally a week, so I am prepared to do very little today.

Opening night went pretty well for everyone but me: I sucked it up. Of course, the big crowd of 17 people was pretty dead. Second night went much better and the crowd was really into it. Two down, five to go.

My poem, "Picking Over Sortes that We Might Understand" dropped in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature along with an inexplicable picture of a tractor.