Drider_it

Pulled up to the quick lube cuz i was hot and lazy after work the other day.. finally got the car to 3k miles (frist oil change for it.. used car) dude said he would do it cuz the bolt was stuck..

thats ok i said i'd get it..

i go to wal-mart and buy a hand torch to heat up the bolt to unseize it.. it should work right.. nope

almost rounded the bolt .. ended up going over to my friend that works at the ford dealership in town... we jacked up the car .. worked on the bolt for 3 sec and he says.. no way dude.. someone put lock tight on it and screwed it in..

at the time i had no clue what it was.. but now i do..

who the fuck puts lock tight on a bolt on the oil pan??!!??

my only guess is who ever did it.. messed up the threads on the pan and put it on to quick fix it..

my only option i know of is drop the exhaust and pull the 14 bolts on the oil pan..

1994 5 speed ford escort.. 1.9 engine fule injected

now what do i do once its off.. go to a junk yard and get a bottom oil pan? or shear off the head of the bolt and drill it out and retap?

sigh.. im going nutz

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