Number one, the brilliant mother fucker who invented theft proof lug nuts.
Two, the dickhead motherfucker who put them on with an impact gun and least and fucking last, the ignorant dumbass who loses the key, that the dickhead with the impact gun put them on with..
I have dealt with this before but of course, I had to find the aftermath of the dumbass who decide they should never come off again and the stupid fucking dickhead who lost the key, that fits the locking lugnut and the idiots impact gun who tighten a steel lug nut to two million foot pounds into an aluminum wheel.
I just spent two hours trying to get said anti theft lugnut off of a VERY expensive Aluminum wheel with all of my considerable mechanical skill and ended up fucking up the wheel, completely melting the hard to find center cap and using a cutting torch to melt the fucking wheel stud down far enough to yank the wheel off while it was still semi liquid at over fifteen hundred degrees.
This is all so I could get under my car to fix some melted wires going to the starter, that some other ignorant fuck didn’t protect from the red hot heat of the exhaust manifold when they swapped engines.
I used a lug nut wrench, a lugnut socket, a ten pound sledge hammer trying to drive the socket on hard enough to break it loose, the torch to get it red hot so I could get a bite into it with an air chisel, for forty five minutes and finally got pissed off and said, you will come off mother fucker.
That’s when I went full mental and just cut the fucking thing off with the torch. Problem being, Aluminum wheel melts much easier than steel wheel stud and the smoke from the torch turned half of it soot black.
One down, just to fix the starter.
If and when I get the cocksucker fixed enough to run and drive, there are tire stores that have master keys for these fucking things and I will stop by on my way to get the fucking transmission leak fixed, so I can find out where the fucking oil leak is coming from.
THEN, I will deal with this half black wheel.
And before my buddy who I traded for this thing for has another hissy fit about how he should never done it, dude, I knew this thing was going to be a pain in the ass and I asked for every bit of it.
That does not preclude my privilige of griping like a butt sore monkey about all the fun I am having.
I need a bigger air compressor.
Shit will start flying then.
They still make lots of Chevy parts, for an apparently good reason.
I am going to thrash on this thing like a left handed, red headed step child, who stutters,with a hairlip.
Then I am going to get the BIG hammer.
I am going to win, you sonofabitch.
By the way, I never even bothered to look at the fucking wires.
After all that fun it was dinner time and yes maam, I was all done for the evening after working all day.