[diverdan]

Okay Wayne, you have brought back some uh....memories. I had an absolutely gorgeous red 1965 Alfa Romeo Sprint GT. It was 1967 or 8 and I bought the car from a beautiful blonde for only $900.00. But that's another story.

Okay, I've got the brake booster apart and I'm cleaning some grease off with gasoline. the jar of gasoline and the brush are next to my leg as I am sitting on the floor. There's this big spring in the booster and the only way I can clamp the thing together is with my legs. The spring keeps popping and the booster spreads and the metal clamping ring flies. I finally get a good purchase on it with my thighs and the ring is just out of reach. I stretch and get the ring, but manage to knock over the jar of gasoline! I can't let go of the booster since it took a while to get it all packed together and that big spring is going do a NASA. By now my bum and ah... family jewels are being pickled in gasoline, but I can't let go and #$%* metal ring is really being stubborn so I have to sit there and UHHHHHHHHH! It doesn't feel good. It seems that 20 minutes of being soaked in the groin and bum paid off and the booster was repaired with a $10 or $20 kit instead of $100 or $200 replacement. I don't even want to think of the disaster a fire would have caused!

Diverdan