Oh the dirty fucking whore, I forgot just how much fun this shit is.
The bad transmission is out, the one I put together is in but I still have to put everything back together.
It’s a real joy trying to stab the engine and transmission into the tunnel straight, while simultaneously trying to get the driveline yoke started on the output shaft splines, inside the tunnel through a hole in the top where the gear shifter pokes through, while also having to jack the back of the transmission up on the rear mount to get it to slide into the tunnel, by yourself.
I’ve done it before and I did it again but I really don’t want to do it ever again.
Especially laying out in the damn street.
At sixty years of age there are certain parts of my body that are screaming at me right this very minute and they are vowing to bring the pain in the near future.
By Monday I will be setting up like concrete.
But the motherfucker is in.
Whether or not it even works remains to be seen.
All I can do is pray to God that he was looking over my shoulder and guiding my hands when I was putting it back together.
Tomorrow is another day and I can take my time putting all the other shit back together.
Trust me, I have many more pictures of this little task but right at the moment I am pretty beat.