One unlucky Louisville man nearly found himself regretting the day he bought that cheap Mustang from an area dealership. It all started when he ordered a transmission pan from a retailer.
The pan arrived without incident, and his troubles did not start until he actually had to install it himself. And as usual, he was on a slant, he borrowed his girlfriend's Expedition and positioned it behind his car as an oversize chuck, spread a quilt under the car and jacked it up so he could squeeze under. He then realized that he was a little big for the space--that's what all the holiday eating and drinking had done--and he needed a larger jack.
He found a jack. After that, he managed to get his car into position,and then things started to go downhill from there. Really downhill. First, the 10mm socket rolled down the 8 degree incline he was on, and it picked up speed until it was well across the street. Followed by the 10mm, and then a few others.
He managed to uninstall the older transmission pan, install the newer transmission pan, and then re-fill the transmission. For all of his troubles, he has managed to save a whopping 10 dollars! And he's only a few sockets lighter. His attitude toward the car has reportedly improved once he got the new pan installed.