Welcome to my brain. It’s messy. It’s interesting. And it’s all connected if you stick around long enough. "Believe Nothing: no matter who said it, even if I have said it, except it agree with your own reason and common sense. Siddhartha Guatamo, the Buddha.

I be earnin’ them duhks,,,

On the downhill slide now.   Trans dropped, clutch replaced, gghetto reface on the flywheel (flapdisced with grinder, no grooves, just a light sanding.) and the gearbox is back in with two bolts holding it there with a jack under the transfer case side to keep it all in line until tomorrow.

I’m whooped.

I think I destroyed my shirt and pants with the junk that was falling off that truck onto the floor (that I was wallowing in for 7 hours)   Not a whole lot of greasy stuff, but the truck was used extensively in mining operations: lots of dried muck that is mixed coal dust and clay/sand: LOTS of it.

Actually surprised that the gearbox slid in that smoothly (which isn’t saying it was smooth, just smoother than I expected)

And I started second guessing myself while tearing everything out.   Namely, that slave cylinder is highly questionable in my eyes.    AND, a faulty slave would have delivered similar failure.   The old Friction disc looked rather good, and neither pressure plate nor flywheel looked heated up: no cracking or blued spots.     BUT, as I said to dad, “We’re there, we have the parts, I ain’t doin’ this again in 3 months,,,,,”   LOL.  Even Da was saying, “I see now why you didn’t wanna do this,,,,”

(( What really burns my ass about the slave cylinder possibly being bad: the master cylinder is brand stinkin’ new.   Why do you only replace one half of the system when those parts are (relatively) inexpensive???   Rhetorical question, I already know the answer.))

Showered, clean clothes, house is warm, and its dark out.   Thinkin’ I’m gonna fall into bed like a felled tree,,,

talkatcha’all tomorrow,,,

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  1. Spud's avatar
    Spud

    I once changed out the clutch on my 57 Chevy 4×4. While in a campground at Yellowstone. It had the drive train out of a military 5/4. So was painfully heavy and I only had a bottle jack with me. Coarse I was only in my late twenties then too.
    Now , I’d just call the wrecker at 71 years old…

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    December 8, 2024 at 7:15 am