Sometimes, I do some pretty boneheaded things. Most of the time, I can chalk it up to being in a hurry or trying something I’ve never done before. My most recent screw up was the fault of the latter – prior to last week, I’d never installed wheel bearings in a brake rotor before. The new bearings were supplied with a mating race, which I assumed I needed to install in the bore of the rotor. So after packing the bearings with grease, I used a large socket to drive in the race. The race went in part of the way and then stopped, but I could tell from looking at it that it wasn’t far enough in. I test fit the bearing and seal and they were clearly too far out. I gave the race a few more taps with the hammer, but it wouldn’t budge. At this point, I took a look at the rotor for the other side of the car, and noticed that was already a race installed; I was trying to drive a second race on top of the existing one. I flipped the rotor over, tapped the second race out, and the greased bearing slid right into place, followed by the seal. Luckily, it doesn’t appear as though I caused any real damage.
Despite my idiocy (which cost me about 20 minutes of trying to figure out what I had done wrong), I was able to mount the rotor and loaded caliper on the car. I had to do some creative work with a leftover piece of metal and a pair of tin snips to replicate a clip that had crumbled when I removed the original hoses, but I made it work and was able to install the hoses, completing the brake portion of this project:
Unfortunately, in what has become a recurring excuse, I was derailed by yard work, two sick kids, and my own lingering head cold. Next up is installing the brake master cylinder. Fingers are crossed that I can make my existing brake lines work, because it’s the home stretch from there on out.