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Thanks, glad someone noticed.
Now you tell memickle said:Spandex, private word?
The Hozan tool pictured isn't his, the image was posted as an example.
Carry on.
bonj said:spandex they sell it at hubjub.co.uk
mickle said:Well. My father didn't love me and yet imposed his expectations on me, so whilst berating me for not choosing a career path of which he approved it was abundantly clear that he really didn't give a shoot about me. His idea of what a father should be was, of course, based on his disfunctional relationship with his own father who was absent for most of the war and returned to a household where my father had taken on the role of Alpha male/ spoilt brat. He became an arrogant, self centred, racist bigot with delusions of granduer. An intelligent man and practical but bitter, insecure, quick to anger and violent. He found it impossible to ever consider that he might be wrong on any subject and made himself feel bigger by putting others down. So i gave up on him as soon as was old enough to do so. I had no communication with him for decades at a time. Over the years friends and family encouraged me to attempt a reunion with him, you know that whole '......but if he dies and you didn't try you'll never forgive yourself....' So I did, I saw him three times. I figured that so many different people couldn't be wrong, so I tried, but it was obvious to both of us that there was nothing there, not a sausage. We were strangers to each other. I suppose I'm glad that I did try but deep down I know that I was right all along. They thought it was a shame that I 'had fallen out' with my father but actually, and what they didn't realise was that he never really was a father to me so I lost nothing by having nothing to do with him. You can't lose what you've never had. My mother on the other hand loved me unconditionally and only wanted me to 'be happy'. Looking back I wonder if her low expectations combined with my fathers pointless expectations; 'you're no son of mine unless you join the services' (FFS ) contributed to my lack of motivation viz a viz a 'career'. I suspect that my lack of ambition was a big two fingered salute to my father. Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face. So the fact that you didn't mention the change to my sig. earlier rekindled all those feelings of inadequacy. I decided long ago not to be like my father, to be a kind and gentle man and in that moment of rejection, by deliberately not aknowledging my sig. change you just threw it all back in my face Dave5N.
Landslide said:If you're not fussed about saving the current BB, and you're planning on putting a cartridge BB in, then save your pennies and bodge it out. In my experience (including 3 years working in a LBS) there is no such thing as a "one size fits all" lockring spanner, and as such you may as well just attack it with a hammer, chisel and mole grips.
bonj said:look again
it was dave5n's fault for throwing confusioninto the mix with his talk of multiple things to unscrew and thecompletely unnecessary, wrong, notion that i'dneed some tool that may or maynot be sold in lidl.mickle said:Sorry, but seriously, if you have no intention of re-using the BB just batter it off, cold chisel and lump hammer, mole grips, adjustable pin tool, lock-ring spanner. Whatever. They'll all do it. It's a three minute job so if you'll just please stop fannying about and get it done we can move on to another topic. Thanks.
mickle said:Unless I am very much mistaked that's a ferrous frame.
Steve Austin said:I would imagine that aluminium would have evolved. Started out as baby alumis and became fully grown aluminium over a few thousand years.
Anyway about this BB. A bored orang-utan could have removed it by now with his bare fingers, so have we shifted it?
Dave5N said:Before 1825?
And you did have two things to unscrew. That's a multiple. There are many ways to remove the cup. Someone else posted a picture ot the tool for it. I told you that Lidl sells them.
I know that's true because that is where I bought one of mine.