Renzzo at the transmission shop says he will call me Thursday to let me know how the rebuild is going.
There is one box of bits that hasn’t arrived but he says he’s got enough to get started. I hope he does just that.
There’s always that worry at the back of your mind that when it goes together it won’t be right. That will be a stress but right now everything is on track. At least I’m fairly sure it is.
The campground is empty right now and I’m okay with that. Rusty is happy being still for a while.
I had a bag of laundry to drop off round the corner so I figured I’d try leaving the campground and not putting him into the van where he can nap and feel secure. I was hoping he might be relaxed enough to do his usual sunbathing. Not a bit of it, he was sitting staring at the gate when I got back ten minutes later and he was all over me like those were the longest ten minutes of his life. I guess that’s an experiment I won’t try again. He has to stay aboard GANNET2, his safe space when I’m in town.
Later I got him out for a little walk and this little dog popped up out of nowhere to say hello. Then he trotted off back home.
I could be taking a test drive next week. Not that I’m anxious or anything.
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Fingers crossed! Hopefully he doesn’t get it all back together and installed and discover a stray leftover bit on the workbench. :)
I kid, I kid. I’m sure everything will be fine. (Personally, I think automatic transmissions are borderline miraculous.)
automatic transmissions are neve taken apart out of order---they are stacked in a linear fashion, inspected for wear and replaced with news parts and put back together a they came out. I am am an old fart soy bean and corn farmer from !@Yutan, Nebraska and you can bet there were many gathering of folks hanging around as someone repaired a transmission. The ladies would bake and stitch and bitch while the gents tried to act like they weren't in love
I wish mine were being put back together at speed. .
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