Vice grips -- the fat girl of the tool bag. You know you're going home with her so why dance around with all of those other bitches first.
At least that the story of my parallel struggle with a rotted brake line in an aged pick up today here on the opposite coast from Alpy.
Identified the leak in the 8 foot length of hard line from the front junction to the rear axle (where it splits to the right and left wheels. Its facked and had already been butchered with a couple of compression fittings by the previous owner. So I get it set up on jack stands and dose up the junction with a flex line on the axle end with PB blaster and wait while. I'm sort of desperate to get this apart because I'm envision having to change every line on the son of a bitch if I can't break this joint apart.
So Then I go at it with my flared wrenches for a while. That was a nice warm up. So then I cut the line and jam a six point socket on it (backing it with the flared wrench). Thanks for playing. On to plan V, the vise grips. Finally I get a little something going, making 1/32 turns and resetting. Half an hour later I get my nut off (so to speak). And I guiltily stuff the vise grips back in my tool bag before any of my friends can catch me with them.
Damn, we're in a tight spot!
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