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Motor mount on my '83 Merc turbodiesel. I had to get the allen wrench on the mount from under the car with both arms buried in the all up in the oily bowels of this thing just to dig the dirt out and turn the screw quarter turns at a time in the middle of the night. At one point, after the swearing cloud dissipated and my will to live was all but spent, I though I might be found dead the next day because my hand, wrist and elbow had cramped up and I couldn't move. The vacuum pods make me apoplectic every time I think about them as well.
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