I think my grey hairs may have doubled tonight.
This morning I woke up with a monster headache. So I tossed a few Tylenol down with my tribute to Daniel
And got online for a bit.
DougT's suggestion got me all excited so I ran out the door and snatched the drive-shaft and tail shaft off the truck and to my chagrin I found the snap ring in tact .
So I put in a call to my transmission guy. Actually I put in about 8 calls before I got him. He said it sounded like it had broken the front shift fork and to bring it to him. So when Steph got home from the store and put Heath to bed we got busy dissecting the truck.
I found the problem pretty quick. The truck didn't break due to any fault of its own.
I bought the truck off of a 4x4 forum that I have been a member of for several years. One of the had members had bought it and had replaced the rear main oil seal (which is leaking again). He sold it to another guy who in turn sold it to me.
The first time I tried to put it in 4wd the front drive shaft decided to beat the bottom of the transmission into submission. Fortunately it didn't break anything. The one bolt that was left in the front drive shaft flange had not nut on it. When I found a new shaft I bought new grade 8 hardware to put in on with.
It turns out that the first guy was not much of a mechanic. Every bolt but one that he had to remove to get the transmission out were loose. I mean I took them out with my fingers. Cross-member (which I didn't notice being loose when I put the mount in it Saturday because it was help in place by a layer of gunk.).
The only thing keeping the x-fer case from filing for a separation from the transmission was the very top bolt on the case.
All the bouncing around broke the fork.
So slightly irritated and wanting to go find him and drop the case on his head, we got the thing out and hooked it up to the DragonFly/Mobile crane and set it in Christine’s bed. We tossed in all the old radiators and alternators I had so I could run them by the yard in Charlotte that pays the most for them.
I forgot the place closed at 330. So the trip up and back was a symphony of alternators and starters rolling around and slamming into everything else. Imagine putting 4 bowling balls in an industrial dyer and listen to it for 2 hours. By the time I got home my head was ready to explode.
Greg wasn't in the shop when I got there so I dropped the case off and headed home.
A regular customer called and wanted me to get a small car tonight. So I did the most butt puckering thing I have ever done in my life. I hooked Christine up to the tow dolly and headed out – headache and all.
The car was a Buick Skylark which is a bit heavier than Christine, but it had to be done or I would loose a regular customer.
The one thing I forgot was that there was no trailer plug on Christine. The tow lights were useless. The guy had a battery he let me borrow and I tossed it in and the car had no rear tail lights. We couldn't open the trunk so I had no idea why they didn't work.
Once it was loaded I slowly drove down every back road I knew to get back. About halfway home I had a brilliant idea. Take the back seat out of the car to find out why the lights weren’t working, however, there was no where to stop. I finally found a gas station and pulled over.
Once I had the truck open I saw that there were no bulbs. I opened the hood and if I could have found hum I would have given the engineer that designed the car an atomic wedgie – with a crane. The front bulbs are different.
Fortunately the store had one last pair of them so I stuck the one in the passengers side and it lit up. Stuck it in the drivers side and nothing. I pulled the bulb out and it shattered in my hand. Fortunately my skin was tougher than it was.
So with one hazard light blinking I headed out again. Of course every car that got behind me felt compelled to turn on their high beams and tailgate. Again there was no where to pull over.
I stayed at about 30 MPH so that the Buick didn't get any funny ideas like trying to pass me in a curve.
When I got on my road some idiot in an old pickup got all over the back end of the car and kept revving his engine. I swear I was ready to pump hollow points into his grill.
When I turned into my driveway he floored it and went roaring off down the hill. My honest hope is that he missed the big curve and ran off in the creek.
The turn into the driveway was a bit more exciting than I was ready for. The Buick was tired of following me and made a run for it. With the truck completely sideways and digging for traction I crab walked across the front yard. Then I drove across the yard and turned around and the Buick tried to run off again so I came back across the yard with the steering wheel turned full lock the opposite direction.
Finally I to back to the driveway and parked. It took a minute to pry the seat cover from between my butt cheeks.
Finally my headache and I came in the house. If a doctor came in and took my blood-pressure right now I bet it would blow the cuff apart.
Edited by mybigwarwagon, October 28, 2013 - 07:32 PM.