The perversity of inanimate objects
Posted: Fri May 03, 2024 3:42 am
Whenever some non-living thing does me wrong, I think of the wonderful phrase, "The perversity of inanimate objects." I had another encounter today and, thinking of the phrase, looked it up. One source attributes it to Kipling, by way of a discussion of the Canadian engineers' initiation ceremony, which is interesting too:
https://medium.com/eiffels-paris-an-eng ... 5a5ae3d57a
Another says it's from an American, Mr. Farquhar, in 1856:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resistentialism
Whoever, it's obvious to me that they got it right: things conspire against us. Yesterday I went into the Mustang's garage bay to fetch something in front of the car. When I got there my foot slipped, which was a bad sign. I looked down and there was some brown fluid. Feel it--some kind of petroleum product. PS fluid? Engine oil? Bad new in any event. There's not enough room to kneel down and look under, so today I backed the car out into the alley for a look-see.
Peering under, I saw a big drop on the rear crankcase drain plug. That made me feel worse: it must be a leak from above, running down to the rear drain, the lowest point, before dripping. I myself had put the plug in, so it couldn't be loose or stripped. Rear main bearing seal? Aaargh. So I dragged the floor jack out and put it under the front crossmember and there was just enough room to move the handle enough to raise the jack. Add some wood blocks (a week ago I was making a fuss in a custody hearing about some guy who jacked his truck up and let the kids play under it; I observed that no rational adult goes under a vehicle on a jack without blocking) and then I could reach under with a socket on a long handle. Crawling under the Mustang is nobody's idea of fun.
Whoa!! It turned!!
So how on earth does a crankcase drain plug come loose? It's a mystery to me. The device must be conspiring against me....
Chris Campbell
https://medium.com/eiffels-paris-an-eng ... 5a5ae3d57a
Another says it's from an American, Mr. Farquhar, in 1856:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resistentialism
Whoever, it's obvious to me that they got it right: things conspire against us. Yesterday I went into the Mustang's garage bay to fetch something in front of the car. When I got there my foot slipped, which was a bad sign. I looked down and there was some brown fluid. Feel it--some kind of petroleum product. PS fluid? Engine oil? Bad new in any event. There's not enough room to kneel down and look under, so today I backed the car out into the alley for a look-see.
Peering under, I saw a big drop on the rear crankcase drain plug. That made me feel worse: it must be a leak from above, running down to the rear drain, the lowest point, before dripping. I myself had put the plug in, so it couldn't be loose or stripped. Rear main bearing seal? Aaargh. So I dragged the floor jack out and put it under the front crossmember and there was just enough room to move the handle enough to raise the jack. Add some wood blocks (a week ago I was making a fuss in a custody hearing about some guy who jacked his truck up and let the kids play under it; I observed that no rational adult goes under a vehicle on a jack without blocking) and then I could reach under with a socket on a long handle. Crawling under the Mustang is nobody's idea of fun.
Whoa!! It turned!!
So how on earth does a crankcase drain plug come loose? It's a mystery to me. The device must be conspiring against me....
Chris Campbell