Merciful Zeus!

New Pet Peeve: Pneumatic Impact Wrenches

As I left for work this morning I noticed one of the tires on the Jettamobile was a little low. I decided to drive on it, stopping first at the closest gas station to restore the air pressure back to an optimal level. I made it to and from work without incident, and the tire was looking pretty good when I pulled into my parking spot tonight. A couple of minutes ago I headed outside to get the mail, and noticed that the tire was again going flat.

Not wanting to deal with it tomorrow morning, I decide to change the tire now. Changing a tire is not an AM sorta activity. So I pop open the trunk and pull out all the necessary equipment and have at. I want to find the person who put the last set of tires on my car and have a word with them.

This guy, whoever he is, has some sort of fetish with an impact wrench. If you don't know what they are, impact wrenches are those automatic bolt tighteners that auto shops use. The bastard practically fused the bolts on. Here I am, just past 10:00pm, literally jumping on the tire iron. Ten minutes later, and completely drenched in sweat, the first of the suckers comes off. Bloody hell.

The inside of my shower looks like Pig-Pen exploded.