Steering Shaft and Wheel Install:
Guess what I did? I slammed a steering wheel into my face. Yup..I decided that I needed to give myself a bloody nose by being completely stupid. I will cover more of this later in the post.

The install of the steering shafts and collars was pretty straight forward. Most of the time was spent on the shaft alignment and securing all the bolts with loctite. Making sure all your steering bolts are secure is very important as it would really suck if they came apart while you were driving. I also had to drill a 2" hole in the firewall which is always fun. I routed the steering shaft through the remote oil line that goes from the block to the filter. I am not sure if this will be the best path but will know once I get the engine bay aluminum installed. Part of this assembly required a temporary install of the turn signal switch and the steering wheel. Well...here is where the face beating starts. After I installed the shafts, I decided to reward myself with a couple of beers and was going to leave the fitting of the steering wheel to the next day. After those few beers, I decided to see what the steering wheel would look like on the shaft. It went on with a little bit of effort (the splines on the shaft and the steering wheel are tight...as you would imagine). Anyway, when it was time to take off the wheel, I sat in front of it and started to pull off the wheel. Well our good friend "friction" was in attendance this evening and its date was "stupidity." When these two friends come together, our other friend "pain" can come to the party. Anyway, as I am putting lots of strength to pull of the steering wheel, our friend "friction" decided to "let go" of the steering wheel and then all of the sudden, a steering wheel is in the middle of my face (I had an image of Curly from the three stooges with a pie tin full of whip cream come into my mind afterward). Within an instant, my glasses where flying off my head and my nose went numb. I picked up my glasses and there was an imprint of my eye lid on the lens. I blew my nose and some blood was present. I was laughing pretty hard and for some odd reason wish that I had been video taped as I am sure it was very, very funny. It was pretty late so I don't think my neighbors saw. When I told my wife, Eva, what I had done, she just shook her head and laughed at me...then petted my head. I think that is called pity.

Up next: gas pedal install, master cylinders and more acts of super human stupidity!

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