Oh, how Saturday whipped my ass, let me count the ways:
Well, let's start with the positive things, before I get into it...
Done/fixed:
* D got the rear passenger window working. It was unplugged to the harness behind the dash/kickpanel. Duh! Easy fix.
* I filled the tranny and transfercase with 90W. Both were dry. Expected that with the t-case, as it had been leaky due to the stripped idler shaft tab bolt hole, now fixed, but the tranny took about a half-gallon before it was topped off. Hmmm...
* D inspected the rear brake cylinder, which happily was fine (and now I have a spare set). The leak down the inside of the tire was just excess brake cleaner, apparently, no residue left. Great, checked that off the list.
* Dennis installed the stereo and xm, but despite sound from the speakers when you shut the vehicle off (Sony Xplode's familiar "beep beep beep" when you shut the car off), no sound whatsoever from the speakers when the ignition is on. Hmmm...OK, no biggie. I'll look for the mute button later. Can't find it now...Maybe mis-wired ???
* I installed the exhaust down tube and new flange gasket. Done.
* D sort of finished the right tail corner body work. It'll do for now.
* I phased the rear driveshaft correctly this time. Done.
* D bent the t-case linkage so that we could articulate it to reinstall it the shifter on its pivot bolt. Done. (?)
Minor set-backs:
* The starter is acting up again, but we didn't get to replace the contacts and plunger...will do later.
* Seems like the battery won't hold a charge (forget all my prior Exide Orbital recomendations). Not particularly cheap, but whatever...
OK, now to the "Let's see how much s*** Brian can take in one day, day"...
First of all, we lost the keys to Tofu, and I could swear I remember putting them in D's toolbox top drawer. Luckily, his spare key for his 40 works like a charm (ign and doors), though a bit tight. OHHHH KAYYYY....
Long day, a couple of busted knuckles (someday I'll learn not to wrap my hand around the wrench when taking the t-case oil plug off), so far, par for the course, nothing major. Hungry, but ok...
I pulled the tag from the Benz wagon, cleaned out the glove compartment, organized the papers, signed the title and handed D the keys, his payment for all this wrenching...
Put the tag on Tofu (feels really, really good). Drank a beer to fill my empty stomach..the last of my Yuenglings. Cleaned up, bullshat...looked at the list with virtually everything checked off...
Started the HJ (after a few hammer whacks to the starter, oh joy). Sounds good. The light at the end of the tunnel is here! Getting stoked...
Shift it...
uh, that's.....not.....right...
No 2nd, no 4th, no 5th, no R. Grinding when I disengage the clutch...
WTF!!!
Tired, spent, dirty, frustrated, hungry, its dark.
Did we somehow accidentally drop a bolt down the shifter hole???
Did the t-case linkage work somehow do this?
Did topping it off with 90W do something?
Did the shifter go back in with the selector fork misaligned??? Hard to tell with the tranny cover (not to mention access panel) on.
This tranny worked perfectly for 6 months after it was installed (new) before Sheila was taken off the road...never did a single thing to it or the t-case (other than the linkage and refill with oil).
WHAT THE Fxxx!!! WHY ME???
After ~30 minutes of jostling, cursing and shoving, I gave up, paced around and stared off into space, depressed, tried not to whine too much, said "later" and drove off...in the Benz, and almost forgot to swap the tag back.
I drove for 40 minutes. No radio--just yanked out for the wife's DD... That's OK...the radio stations suck anyhow...
stopped in Micanopy and put $10 in the tank, cuz I was deep in E territory.
4 miles later...
Hey now, what's that sound? Is that a ticking? IP? Oooh, it's getting louder, and it is not a familiar sound, now it is a loud rattle. Oil pressure gauge...dropping....uh, oh!....decelerate....BANG! Rattle, rattle, ratte. OH BLODDY HELL! I THREW A ROD?!? Sounded like chains and a few hammers in the engine block. Burnt oil smell permeates the cab. I pop the hood, get out in PITCH BLACK DARKNESS at 10:00pm, in the middle of nowhere 4 miles from the Micanopy I-75 exit (and 3 from the first Gainesville exit), in the middle of an 18,000 acre wet prairie (Payne's Prairie), in FLORIDA. Mosquitoes descend on me like starving flies on a steaming pile of dog s*** (which is how I felt). I look at the engine bay...nothing strange looking, from what I am able to see...Jump back in the car to escape the vampire bugs.
I call a wrecker, who fortunately took merely 15 minutes. I didn't say boo other than "hey, please take me to____." I just sat there on the ride home, half slumped over, 'cuz I knew if I got started...
The driver saw from my face that a conversation was totally out of the question.
I call Mel Lowe to tell him...
He tells me that Noah (in Beef Barley guise) put out a chat thread entitled "See what Sheila's been up to.." with a link to my profile page where he posted some homosexual photos (now gone, don't bother looking). Yeah, I needed that...c'mon, bring it on, I need more bull**** today. "Please Sir, can I have some more?"
I slinked in the front door (kids and wife sleeping). Drank two beers in the shower, degreased myself (literally, not a pun for jerkin' the gerkin, I was NOT in the mood). I began to settle down...
Crawled into bed, right into a big pile of PUKE!!! My daughter had barfed in my bed from being ill for the past few days, and said nothing. 2nd quick shower, change of sheets, and passed out.
Story over. Fxxxing Cruiser gods got together with the Benz Gods and decided to bend me over the sink...