I just finished taking off my CPS on my 89 XJ. Like the toy box your child gets at Christmas that says "some assembly required." Like Bush senior's "Read my lips, no new taxes." Like my wife telling me "I will be just a minute" as I wait in the living room. The folks who wrote that getting to the bolts on the CPS was "a pain in the neck" are guilty of an inability to be entirely honest.
Comperatively speaking, "a pain in the neck" is watching my wife birth our youngest son who came into the world at 12 lb.s 8 oz. The removing of the bolts on the CPS is something that should be reserved for those condemned to the deepest reaches of Dante's Hell.
It looked like a socket extension orgy under the Jeep. It sounded like a meeting of drunk sailors with Turret's syndrom. It felt like I had just invented a new exercise that made Pilates and Yoga look tame.
Here is the kicker. I only took it out. I think that might have been the easy part!
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Comperatively speaking, "a pain in the neck" is watching my wife birth our youngest son who came into the world at 12 lb.s 8 oz. The removing of the bolts on the CPS is something that should be reserved for those condemned to the deepest reaches of Dante's Hell.
It looked like a socket extension orgy under the Jeep. It sounded like a meeting of drunk sailors with Turret's syndrom. It felt like I had just invented a new exercise that made Pilates and Yoga look tame.
Here is the kicker. I only took it out. I think that might have been the easy part!
BSD