Removing Front Suspension – Learning by Doing

The plan was simple: get the front suspension off so we could replace all the perished bushings. The TR7, as usual, had other ideas.

First job was the anti-roll bar. Four nuts, bolts and washers. How hard could it be? Eddie’s side came off without much fuss. Mine had been welded on by four decades of British weather and sheer stubbornness, and only let go after a breaker bar and a fair bit of what Eddie generously called “airtime.”

Then came the control arm bushings. We tried a crowbar. We tried a jack. We tried some words I won’t be repeating here. They were not interested. Eventually they gave up, Eddie’s side easily and mine grudgingly, and the suspension finally came off the car.

A few bumps and bruises along the way, but we got there. We’re calling it a win.