Um, Actually Not Yet Done
Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2019 9:43 pm
I have to fill you all in on some of the details before I can call it a wrap.
We left off with Sylvester in Atlanta metro area on October 10th. I did make it to the dentist. He shot me up six ways to next Tuesday, and I had to watch the ceiling TV stuck on the news. Lucky I was choking on drill hoses, suction tubes, cotton wads ...
Very professional work (this guy was good and way overbooked) and for the first time since JUNE, I had my natural bite back and no jagged little edges of broken tooth to harass my tongue which would go over to the sharp edges to "play" constantly. This guy has to rotate through seven different addresses, so I had to follow him to the next address in Duluth for the finish up, scheduled for the next morning at 8:00AM down in deep Atlanta traffic/sirens/lights/chaos. This procedure was lower jaw, so he went to town on the novocaine and I lost my tongue and half my face. Good thing. It was Fox News on the ceiling.
"Does that hurt?" when I would spaz.
"Woa! Ig heeyoos highng!! Whaa wih wog wih hih guhrry??"
( No! It feels fine! What is wrong with this country?? )
"That is your camper out there! That thing is beautiful, did you restore it?"
"Igdiggaghoo, ig huhhohigigag."
( I didn't have to, it is original )
Warned not to eat, I carefully parked that dead meat thing in my mouth away from what felt like hard objects and closed the thing carefully so as not to chomp my tongue off. Hit the road south to Pensacola.
"Not so fast," said Atlanta:
It is a remarkable project, to build a flyover interchange over daily traffic at the most heavily traveled intersection (GA 400/I-285) in the southern United States:
NaranjaWesty didn't care all that much except for a developing clutch chatter on 1st gear dead stop starts:
Oh look, eight hours later, I am in the Rodney-The-Pilot Rehabilitation And Reflection Refuge, at 112,810 miles:
The little Lionel kid greeted me through some suspiciously temporary-looking jail bars. I say he is the one stuck behind them. I get to drive down to my lawyer's office and pick up the Other Car, he has to stay there:
Yes, this again:
I made a mistake on Facebook. I thought this clutch plate only had 13,000 miles on it, thinking that I stuck it in this summer at SG Kent's house, but in fact, it was last summer and it has 34,000 miles on it. Not only was I getting an annoying chatter, but there was a weird little groan when i stepped on the clutch pedal fully. Well, it looked fine! The white painted logo "LUK" was still fully visible! Half the friction lining looked like it hadn't even touched the flywheel or pressure plate. The sections that did were black and very shiny ... and dry !?!.
Release bearing was smooth and slightly draggy, pretty much perfect.
Pressure plate friction surface was fine, no heat marks, no grooves, just fresh factory flat surface ... :
I dremeled all the pressure plate fingers very carefully to a smooth curve so that the release would let go smoothly and evenly.
Cleaned the bell housing, razored the mating surfaces on the case and bell housing, heck man, put it back together!
The neighbors were impressed at how smoothly the clutch took up:
to be cont.
We left off with Sylvester in Atlanta metro area on October 10th. I did make it to the dentist. He shot me up six ways to next Tuesday, and I had to watch the ceiling TV stuck on the news. Lucky I was choking on drill hoses, suction tubes, cotton wads ...
Very professional work (this guy was good and way overbooked) and for the first time since JUNE, I had my natural bite back and no jagged little edges of broken tooth to harass my tongue which would go over to the sharp edges to "play" constantly. This guy has to rotate through seven different addresses, so I had to follow him to the next address in Duluth for the finish up, scheduled for the next morning at 8:00AM down in deep Atlanta traffic/sirens/lights/chaos. This procedure was lower jaw, so he went to town on the novocaine and I lost my tongue and half my face. Good thing. It was Fox News on the ceiling.
"Does that hurt?" when I would spaz.
"Woa! Ig heeyoos highng!! Whaa wih wog wih hih guhrry??"
( No! It feels fine! What is wrong with this country?? )
"That is your camper out there! That thing is beautiful, did you restore it?"
"Igdiggaghoo, ig huhhohigigag."
( I didn't have to, it is original )
Warned not to eat, I carefully parked that dead meat thing in my mouth away from what felt like hard objects and closed the thing carefully so as not to chomp my tongue off. Hit the road south to Pensacola.
"Not so fast," said Atlanta:
It is a remarkable project, to build a flyover interchange over daily traffic at the most heavily traveled intersection (GA 400/I-285) in the southern United States:
NaranjaWesty didn't care all that much except for a developing clutch chatter on 1st gear dead stop starts:
Oh look, eight hours later, I am in the Rodney-The-Pilot Rehabilitation And Reflection Refuge, at 112,810 miles:
The little Lionel kid greeted me through some suspiciously temporary-looking jail bars. I say he is the one stuck behind them. I get to drive down to my lawyer's office and pick up the Other Car, he has to stay there:
Yes, this again:
I made a mistake on Facebook. I thought this clutch plate only had 13,000 miles on it, thinking that I stuck it in this summer at SG Kent's house, but in fact, it was last summer and it has 34,000 miles on it. Not only was I getting an annoying chatter, but there was a weird little groan when i stepped on the clutch pedal fully. Well, it looked fine! The white painted logo "LUK" was still fully visible! Half the friction lining looked like it hadn't even touched the flywheel or pressure plate. The sections that did were black and very shiny ... and dry !?!.
Release bearing was smooth and slightly draggy, pretty much perfect.
Pressure plate friction surface was fine, no heat marks, no grooves, just fresh factory flat surface ... :
I dremeled all the pressure plate fingers very carefully to a smooth curve so that the release would let go smoothly and evenly.
Cleaned the bell housing, razored the mating surfaces on the case and bell housing, heck man, put it back together!
The neighbors were impressed at how smoothly the clutch took up:
to be cont.