Let’s face it. Scott and Bob did the heavy lifting today (Sunday), though it didn’t exactly start that way.
First we needed to move 1102 from my place to Creech’s. Richard was working on his tan in Hawaii (thanks for the phone call, man), so Creech volunteered his NYC cab with the 350 small block Chevy engine, stick shift and trailer hitch to move the car.
Everything was cool till we got it all hooked up and were headed down the road when we realized we had a flat tire on the trailer. That required a set of bolt cutters followed by the realization that none of the eight tires on the trailer was a spare for the trailer. That was followed by a spate of phone calls and a trip to Costco where we picked up a new cheapo tire and killed time eating free food samples, because Creech had a Costco card.
Got the new tire on the trailer and delivered the car to Bob and Scott, who were waiting at Creech’s for a couple of hours with bated breath. They dropped the engine and the tranny and started the autopsy. It became apparently, pretty quickly, that all that sparkly stuff was a good sign we’d trashed the gears. A rebuild is in order. If there’s any question after checking the photos, they got the most greasy this Sunday.
The tranny is now in the back of my MPV, bound for a full autopsy by a local racer who also rebuilds transmissions. Just got a call from Bob who picked up a Baja Bug tranny that I’ll get from him tomorrow and also drop off with the race tranny builder. Gallery of photos is here.
