Next he has to replace the power steering pump. Not an easy task, but a challenge that B could not turn down. He talked with friends and looked at information on-line. He bought new parts, took off the old power steering pump and put on a new one in less than a week. I was so proud!!
The van failed inspection again. The pulley on the pump was not flush by a fraction of an inch. Had we taken it anywhere else, it would have passed inspection. But my husband, the perfectionist, must do it right!!! So he decided to go back to Pick-A-Part and find a pump and pulley already attached. I dropped him off this morning and fifteen minutes later received a phone call, "You need to come get me. I'm hurt. " By the time, I had driven back to the junkyard, B had called me again. He said that he was fine and he would be done in about an hour. I know my husband well enough to know that he was probably bleeding to death underneath a car, but at the same time he was so stubborn and determined to finish this job that he would not go to the emergency room without a power steering pump in hand! He was able to talk, he'd be fine. Probably could just take a couple of ibuprofen...(just kidding, mom) :)
When I finally picked him up, he was covered in dirt, grease and blood down his face. He had a nice gash oozing blood and thick gunk under his eye. I couldn't even look at him without getting sick to my stomach. But he had the pump with pulley attached!!
After six stitches, here he is. God was certainly with him as he was yanking the bolt toward his face. He has absolutely no damage to his eye. Jake says he looks like Anakan Skywalker. I think scars on a man's face are always hot.