Stayed on Van all day and changed the selenoid pack, speed sensor, filter, gasket, and fluid. Ran it for about 10 or 15 minutes, and don't see any leak, so pulled it back around to the front yard, will check the fluid level again in the morning and test drive.
Man, I wish I had those skills...and drive. So you guys are free again, in the American sense of the word.
Yippy Ya Yah, Well I can be happy while it last, even if it backfires 'pun intended' it was fun while it lasted. Picture me doiung the buck dance Yeehaw, yippy ya yah.
Finally yes. I'm sure you have plenty of skills. I would have to go back to those posts of yours again to point them out.
I hope so and yes he is amazing. He really paid for it last couple days. I had to make him take a break then the pain shut him down.
Took Van for a ride the next morning as I said I would, and it was still shifting hard, with od light blinking, so brought it back home, and pulled codes on it got a 452 code which is a speed sensor failure, went back under and checked and lubed the wire plug to it and made sure it was all the way plugged in. Then pulled the code again and no 452 code after that. While under it notice a little fluid leaking around tranny pan, so been messing with that for a while, guess the new gasket, metal, and rubber are not as good as the cork gaskets, after that test drove again and it shifted greatly in all 4 gears, and no od light blinking either. I am getting close now to having them done and it's a coin toss, to say which one has kicked my butt the worst.
Got up and took the van for another test and it has never run or shifted better than it does now. We have to make a run to the feed store for the starter for baby chickens, so will try it a little further this time. So far so good and the truck is firing up right off every time.
I know what you mean John, always something to do, and everything reminds me of something. Are you doing ok?
I'm OK, thanks for asking. Moving forward. Popping antibiotics for the infection. The ER doctor asked me if I had been with women of ill repute. How's your back? You gotta feel that sense of accomplishment every time you turn the keys, huh?
, A doctor with a sense of humor huh? Glad you're moving forward now. Backs still soar but it is like usual, just more so after too much work or when bad weather is around. It does make me fill goods when they crank and run right. Took truck to town and back just to start breaking it in, doing great there and back.
I worked with a non-profit for about 7 years here that did free home repairs for folks. We worked on one job with Haywood, an 80-some year old deacon of a local country church...the recipient was one of his flock. Haywood and I would talk about the projects we have done when we were kids and as adults, and how fewer people these days seem to know the feeling of satisfaction and self-sufficiency we get. When Haywood was a kid, he used to repair their screen door by making hinges out of leather. He was in his 80s, and telling the story of being 9 years old and making leather door hinges still put the smile of pride on his face.
That's great having a friend that long, I have one or two and we still talk every now and then. It's nice filling good, about doing for others. We use to take clothes and some food to the homeless in Jacksonville and Atlanta in the winter when it got really cold and hand the stuff out. I remember once I was handing out sweaters and coats and an Indian coat made of leather with tassels and afterward I had footprints up my pants legs, where they had me surrounded and crowded. Never was sure how they did it with me still standing. Now, most homeless seem to be a different breed of people.
My dad used to manage G.C. Murphy stores. Back in the early 60s the merchants in his area did their own local Toys for Tots thing (I believe they called it "The Toy Box.") Dad was in charge of the thing. So come Christmastime, we collected the toys from the merchants, loaded them in our International Travelall, got a police escort with Santa on the firetruck, and went into the poor neighborhoods of south Arlington (Virginia), reaching into the back of the Travelall and handing toys out to the kids who came running from their houses. I was probably 10 years old at the time, and I can still see some of those faces.