Well, the nightmare still isn't over with. And what I have posted here is but a small fraction of the entire story I posted over on my CorvetteFlorida site.
I found two bolts missing and another loose by a quarter inch on the bell housing. So the bell housing wasn't secured and likely flexing the drivetrain. I was on the way to the Chevy dealership to let them put the bolts back in (this is unbelievably tougher than you would think to do) and check out the drivetrain as much as possible when the clutch failed on me. Wound up driving the remaining few miles in first gear when I was finally able to get the shifter to go into gear with the engine off.
The clutch slave cylinder had failed. The drive shaft had punched through the torque tube and drilled partially into the pilot bearing. The clutch got trashed. So everything between the engine block and the transmission has to be replaced. Again...
That work might be done by the end of this week, but who the heck knows what else the people who previously worked on my car might have screwed up on it. And then I can't find ANY Excedrin Migraine on the shelves when I went looking for a resupply. :crying:
All in all, this has made for a real crappy beginning of retirement for Connie and I.
I found two bolts missing and another loose by a quarter inch on the bell housing. So the bell housing wasn't secured and likely flexing the drivetrain. I was on the way to the Chevy dealership to let them put the bolts back in (this is unbelievably tougher than you would think to do) and check out the drivetrain as much as possible when the clutch failed on me. Wound up driving the remaining few miles in first gear when I was finally able to get the shifter to go into gear with the engine off.
The clutch slave cylinder had failed. The drive shaft had punched through the torque tube and drilled partially into the pilot bearing. The clutch got trashed. So everything between the engine block and the transmission has to be replaced. Again...
That work might be done by the end of this week, but who the heck knows what else the people who previously worked on my car might have screwed up on it. And then I can't find ANY Excedrin Migraine on the shelves when I went looking for a resupply. :crying:
All in all, this has made for a real crappy beginning of retirement for Connie and I.