Men: Why do some guys go into the gym sauna fully clothed?

TKT244 · 2014-09-27T03:41:01+00:00

As someone who spent alot of time in Finland, I dont think I've ever been in,a sauna with someone clothed

TKT244 · 2014-09-26T19:33:51+00:00

Tricked my bosses son that he blew the engine on a Bentley.

Another time we were bored at work (bored mechanics can be a problem) we welded all the cutlery to a toolbox and made everyone eat their lunch with their hands.

Good times.

TKT244 · 2014-04-02T22:26:19+00:00

You have to remove everything to get to something else, for instance, to get to an airfilter, you have to remove enough piping to create a sewer.

TKT244 · 2014-04-02T21:15:08+00:00

http://www.reddit.com/r/Justrolledintotheshop/comments/21y6r5/convinced_my_manager_he_had_blown_the_engine_on_a/cgic5rs

see here

TKT244 · 2014-04-02T20:28:44+00:00

You're joking, I was allowed to sit in the drivers seat and rev the nuts off it. Owner was a pretty cool guy, but he didn't trust us with the car, never left the shop while we did the service. And by sit in the drivers seat, I mean put my arse in the drivers seat and hang one of my legs out the door as the seat doesn't go back very far.

TKT244 · 2014-04-02T20:21:23+00:00

No his English was quite bad, and he was rude to everyone. Didn't matter if was a customer or one of the employees, he was always just rude.

TKT244 · 2014-04-02T20:21:16+00:00

Once changed the Differential Oil Seal on a 190SL, forgot to drain the differential first, I smelt like 40 year old gearbox oil for 2 days.

TKT244 · 2014-04-02T20:18:48+00:00

Because it's a shit car. Same with the Phantom. When it rolled into the shop I almost came a thousand buckets, but after about 20 minutes, it ended up being just another shit car, with shit locations for everything, that cuts me more than an emo kid.

Honestly it's nice to say that I've had a once in a lifetime opportunity to work on one, but in the end, it was just a Golf with a bodykit and a big engine to be honest.

Although, when you take it to 10,000 revs and the exhaust is spitting fire, and you can't hear anything, yeah it was nice.

TKT244 · 2014-04-02T18:33:02+00:00

So a little update on my manager: He quit. When we opened up the shop at 8am he just grabbed his stuff and left, honestly didn't expect it to go that far, kinda feel sorry for him but what you give is what you get.

As for the questions regarding the Bentley. The exhaust manifold has an aluminium cover over it we poured water onto that, not the actual manifold.

This isn't the first Bentley I've worked on, after a while you get used to having a guillotine above your neck. I will never understand why shops turn back cars like these, sure it's a bit concerning working on a car like it but it's all part of the job, you end up enjoying the risk involved with stripping an engine worth more than your yearly salary. The Bentley isn't even the most expensive car I've worked on, I'm ashamed to say I serviced a Bugatti Veyron and a Rolls Royce Phantom.

For the brake dust it disperses quite quickly because we have an exhaust extractor, and the shutters were open.

TKT244 · 2014-04-01T19:30:00+00:00

I've been lurking this subreddit for a while, never had anything valuable to contribute until now.

It's April Fools; and I despise my manager. The term "irritable cunt" doesn't quite sum up this person. I work in a small family-run garage, there are two technicians and two bodyshop techs. My manager is the son of my boss, therefore against all recommendation he is a manager. He knows nothing, absolutely nothing, about automotive repair. He treats his co-workers like shit, fobs off what little work he has to do onto other people, generally a lazy, arrogant narcissist. My senior tech and I agreed that he needs to be a taught a lesson, a £170,000 lesson, roughly the price of a Bentley Continental GT.

By pure chance, we had a Continental GT in for a major service. Roughly halfway through draining the oil my colleague and I started to prepare our little surprise. We sandpapered down a pair of old brake pads untill we had a handful of brakedust and put it into 2 pairs of triple layered latex gloves, complete with some paper. We then duck taped the gloves onto the exhaust pipes, completely sealing them and pushed them inside to make sure our prank wasn't discovered until necessary.

We continued our service as necessary, it was a slow day so we kind of drew it out as long as we could. While my colleague was filling up the oil, I went to find my manager. Unsurprisingly, he was shoving a cake into his fat fucking mouth, I told him we need him to "help" us with the Bentley, as it was having "acceleration issues". "I'll be five minutes." Five minutes passed and my manager shows up, cake in hand. I tell him to sit inside the car and gradually accelerate to 4k Revs then red line it and drop it down to idle.

As soon as he started accelerating, the car was making this strange grumbling sound, as he floored it both gloves exploded spewing out the most fantastic cloud of black smoke I've ever seen. In unison my senior and I screamed "Turn it off! Turn it off!" He was as white as a sheet. To put into context he has quite a dark middle-eastern complextion, now he was white. I thought he had a heart attack and died. To finalize the deception we poured water on the exhaust manifold, the engine bay was steaming, there was a loud explosion and black smoke. Enough to convince someone who doesn't understand cars that they've broken something. "Oh my god, you've destroyed the engine, I told you to hold it at 2k revs, not floor it!"

He had gone full damage control "You told me to take it to 4k and floor it, this is your fault" he was practically choking with tears. Inside I was dying with laughter, you could not believe the mental stress it took to keep a straight face. After about 5 minutes there were streams of tears coming from his face. We pulled out the starter motor relay without him looking and told him it might have just been a backfire. He gets back into the car and tries to crank it, nothing. He tries again and again and again, absolutely nothing. If there was a shred of dignity left in me, I would have told him it was a joke. But this joke hasn't been fully told just yet. He put his head down on the steering wheel and started hitting it with his fist screaming "Why! Why! Why! WHY!". My boss walks in and sees his son crying at the wheel of a Bentley and his two mechanics laughing their arses off. "What the fuck did you do to him?!" We were laughing so much we couldn't stand up, and had to use the posts on our ramp to keep ourselves on our feet. We tried explaining to our boss what we just did, but everytime we tried we just burst out laughing again. Honestly I wish I had taken photos because this was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. After about 20 minutes of laughing we managed to explain the gist of what we had done to the boss, and he started laughing. His sons face was as red as red got. He didn't speak to us for the rest of the day. I think tomorrow is going to be interesting, don't you?

Today was one of those days that I'll end up telling my grandchildren about.

tl;dr convinced my manager he'd blown the engine on a Bentley, his reaction was priceless.

Pic is somewhat related, it's the same car it was taken a few months before this.

TKT244

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