You know, 3 of those bolts and 2 of the covers went on lickety split.
But that fourth bolt...
The fourth bolt was the kind of bolt that you have to stop 45 minutes in and halfway through tightening, say "fuck it" and work on something else for a while.
Right now that bolt is still only half-tightened. It's in a tight spot, and I can only tighten it a quarter turn (or less) at a time.
One good thing about sweating over one rotten stinking bolt for way too long? The ice-cold, American macro-brew afterwards.
I've got more wrenching to do tomorrow night, and as a special Halloween treat for y'all, I'm brewing up another Manly Beer Review.