And then there was my step-dad. I had grown up at my gramps place, he owned an IH dealership and ran several farms and a trucking company out of the home shop, so I learned correct procedures. Culture shock with step-dad, tight as a tick , poor mechanical skills and bullheaded- bad combination. So he wants to replace the king pins on his F750 10-wheeler. I already know he has no reamers etc., he says you don't need that fancy stuff, just use a brake cylinder hone. I try to tell him that won't work very well, he gets PO'd, tells me I'm a dumba$$ kid, and determinedly showed me how it was done. He hones a bit, then gets the BFH and drives the pins in. Gets in, steering wheel won't move. Much cussing, then "I have to go, you fix it". Ah schidt. Could NOT get the pins back out, even with a BiggerFH, even tried a small hydraulic jack, lifted the truck off the blocks but pin never budged. Ended up pulling the axle out and hauling it down to the machine shop to get them pressed out- and of course they looked at me like I did it. When I mentioned SD's name, they started laughing as they new him well. After all that, he was determined to bring it all back and start again with the hone and BFH because of course it was defective parts and not defective wrenching. Took a lot to get him to just let the shop install the 2nd set, because "they" were just out to screw him.