The good news is he is careful and patient and attends to the details. 
The bad news is there are tons of details. I knew automatic transmissions are complicated but when you see yours stripped down to the very bare essentials it’s pretty startling. He picks the pieces up and cleans them with gasoline then dries them with compressed air.
One by one they get laid out with the new pieces and reassembled.
And it’s cold and some factory nearby was cleaning its smokestacks or something and the neighborhood smelt like a bonfire.
Next week I should be able to move GANNET2 and take a test drive and that feels more stressful than it should. What if it doesn’t go well? There’s so much riding on this that now that we are closing in on the repair it’s getting to me.
There’s no point in worrying, I know that, but I want to get going when Layne gets back. Where to will be a big question, shall we proceed to the lonely jungles of Brazil? That will be a test of our confidence in the repair.
As I was leaving the campground I crossed paths with a Swiss couple coming in. Apparently they are spending but one night and going somewhere else right away.
I rather like having the place to myself.
Except of course I get to share it with Rusty. Check out below his annoyed he gets when I close him in the van as I prepare to leave him and go get jobs done downtown. He turns his back on me.
The thanks I get for looking after him.
