I get where you’re coming from, but honestly, I think sometimes you can overthink it.
I’ve seen plenty of installs where the flex lines aren’t perfectly straight but they’re not under real stress either. If you’ve got a gentle curve and nothing’s pinched, I’d just leave it. Not every job needs to be textbook perfect, especially if you’re not planning to sell soon. Sometimes “good enough” really is good enough.if the lines are under tension or rubbing on stuff, I’d rather bite the bullet and fix it properly—even if it means drywall dust everywhere for an afternoon.
Sometimes “good enough” really is good enough.
I get what you’re saying about “good enough” being fine in a lot of cases, but I always wonder where to draw the line. Like, if the sink’s off-center and the flex lines have a bit of a curve, sure, maybe it’s not a big deal. But what about long-term wear? I’ve seen “gentle curves” turn into slow leaks after a few years. Do you think it’s worth pulling everything apart just for peace of mind, or is that overkill if there’s no obvious strain?
I totally get the urge to just leave it if nothing’s leaking or creaking. But I’ve had a flex line that looked fine for years suddenly start dripping, and it was a pain to fix after everything was sealed up. Sometimes I think it’s less about perfection and more about how much hassle you’re willing to risk down the road. Do you ever just live with a “good enough” job and hope for the best, or does that nagging feeling get to you?
Sometimes I think it’s less about perfection and more about how much hassle you’re willing to risk down the road.
Yeah, I hear you. I’ve seen “good enough” bite people later, especially with stuff like flex lines. It’s tempting to leave it, but that nagging feeling usually wins for me. Fixing it after it leaks is always way worse.
Fixing it after it leaks is always way worse.
Yeah, that’s the thing—by the time you spot a leak, you’re usually dealing with water damage too. Ever tried to dry out a vanity base after a slow drip? Not fun. I always ask myself, “Is this something I want to gamble on?” Usually, it’s not. Even if it means redoing it and cursing under my breath for an hour.
