Time to retire our dishwasher, rarely used, rusted, recently converted to one function. (But still needing cleaning and getting rather nasty inside.)
So of course it has to be torn apart in the spirit of inquisitiveness.
And it goes well, with the occasional sheet-metal flesh wound, until I get to the hose clamps, unlike anything I’ve seen before. I have no idea how they were attached, and can only remove them with great effort.
So imagine trying to remove all of them from the works on the bottom of the machine.
Logically determining that I had hit a point of diminishing returns, I called the project finished. Except, of course, for cleaning up the mess I created.
