FritzII said:Around here they are called "Heat Wrench"
Blue tipped wrench in my area.
FritzII said:Around here they are called "Heat Wrench"
FritzII said:Around here they are called "Heat Wrench"
Soundguy said:I thought the wifes hair drier was used for heatshrink tubing...
Soundguy
Farmwithjunk said:Every since John and Lorena Bobbit made the front page, I've been a little more carefull about anything that involves the possibility of upsetting my wife. That and the "burning bed" thing got my complete and undivided attention.
However, before Lorena decided to Bobb-it, I used to use the wifes kitchen like my shop.
Back then, I was like every young man. I had a fascination with high performance cars. I had a new 1968 SS Camaro. Rally Sport trim package, 396, 4 speed, Hugger Orange with white stripes, Cragers all around, Lakewood traction bars, 4:33 gear, headers, glass packs, and a stack of speeding tickets. It was my baby!
One day I decided that it was time for a new set of valve covers. I went to the local speed shop. They were out of M/T valve covers. (Mickey Thompson) The counter guy had a set of USED ones he wanted to sell. They were "mill finish aluminum", but were stained and discolored. They were also available with a black "crinkle paint" finish. I decided to buy the used ones, then paint them myself. I bought a can of the crinkle paint too. After I got home, I read the instructions on the paint can. It said to allow the paint to tack up, then "heat treat" them in an oven. Simple enough.....
We had just bought our first home. My wife was so proud of her house, ESPECIALLY the kitchen. She was still at work when I painted the valve covers. So, I took them inside and fired up the oven. After it got good and hot, in went the valve covers. After a few minutes, I started smelling hot paint. Within 15 minutes, the entire house smelled like burt paint. I yanked the valve covers out of the oven and returned to the garage. When Leigh made it home, she went balistic. In the dead of winter, temps near zero, we spent the night with all the windows in the house standing wide open. I spent the next day shopping for a new oven.
I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but I NEVER used anything from her kitchen again.