Realizing that most of you don’t live somewhere where winters are mild, it rarely rains, and cars don’t rust, how often do you find yourself cursing rust?

This weekend me and Jason Thompson tore into my truck to fix a leaky driver side axle seal, and fought rusty bolts and parts throughout the process. After vowing to spray/soak every bolt I could get to with WD-40 the night before we planned to do the install, I went home, completely forgot, and fell asleep.

I’ve come to expect dealing with excessive amounts of rust on my trucks underbody, being that it spent most of its life in northern Ohio (lake-effect snows and what-not). But every time I find myself working underneath it I find myself saying: “man I wish I brought some safety glasses or something.” Rust in the eyes is never fun.