Yesterday tried its best to be bad.
Emily and I had to go to social security yesterday.
The clutch in BettyBlue started to misbehave. IN order to make it work I had to pump the crap out of it at times. I tried my best to not get stuck at red lights, but it was inevitable. Unfortunately BB will not start in gear with no clutch. IT just can't get turning fast enough None of the lights I got caught at were downhill. Once I would stop I immediately began to pump the clutch like it owed me money. Sometimes I would get pressure built up before the light turned green. Sometimes I would be sitting there blocking traffic until it got just enough pressure to go into gear, then to keep from stalling I had to floor it. Emily thought those starts were hilarious.
We got things taken care of as SS and then she wanted Chinese. We limped over to Dynasty Buffet. While we ate we had a long serious talk about some stuff that needed to be talked about.
I called Autozone and they said they had a Master Cylinder so we made our way there.
I didn't think we were going to be able to restart the truck. THere wasn't enough of a hill to roll start it and then it was in the valley of the parking lot where it was uphill either way. So I stuck it in reverse and tortured the starter and made it push the truck backwards into a parking spot. As soon as we got in the spot the stupid thing started. I had the brake on the floor while shutting it off. I left some interesting black marks. Nearly drove it through the store window.
I put it in first and the dang thing started. We were on our way. I ran two stop lights and a stop sign in the way home.
I came inside to change clothes. I found Sam's rifle on the couch so I knew he had been here.
I went back out to work on the truck.
Sam and his sister Sara showed up about 5 minutes later. Sam helped me. The girls went off to be silly - they wound up playing with the Cavalier in the field.
The MC bench bled, but once it was on the truck there was nothing. I also noticed the pedal was sitting high, but I didn't think much of it at the time.
I thought the MC was bad. So I pulled it off and Sam and I drove up to Lincolnton to get another one. We got home. The girls got back in the Cavi.
We got the new MC installed and tried to bleed it. NO joy.
Heath got home. The girls strapped him in the Cavi and drove him around too.
Steph got home.
I called a friend to bring me his vacuum bleeder. Still no joy. NO fluid would pull through the line.
I pulled the slave cylinder off and it felt mushy so I decided to try that.
I took Emily, Sam, and Sara for a crash around the field in the Cavi. Then we all loaded up in Sam's van and left.
While we were driving Sara asked if I would play Cards Against Humanity with them. I said I would. She called Tyler and asked him to bring it.
We also stopped by Wal-mart and got 2 pounds of ground beef. Steph had planned rabbit tacos, but not for 3 extra people. Going to the store with 3 teenagers is an interesting thing.
Back home in the dark I installed the part. Still it would not bleed.
I crawled under the dash with a flash light and saw something I did not see in the daylight without one. The clutch pedal wasn't a little high, it was nearly 6 inches high. It would not make contact with the start switch.
I decided to pack it in.
We came in. Steph had just finished up the Bunny and Beef tacos. They were good. Tyler showed up just in time to eat.
I did some searching on line and found that I had the wrong MC. I just thought the new one had a different reservoir. When I looked at the pictures of it it is made completely different. No one had one in stock so I was done.
After we ate the kids broke out the game. It is definitely NOT g rated. There was so much laughter I thought someone was going to lay an egg.