the wrong trousers

yeah so about that whole tranny swap thing.

after ~20 hours of work this weekend, we were wrapping up last night and having a hard time getting the driver's side axle to seat into the transmission. genius macdaddy (why we pay him to supervise) suggested pulling it out and checking for something physically blocking the shaft.

there was kind of a whole bunch of metal blocking it. since i got sold the wrong transmission, with the wrong differential in it. what i paid for is not what i was shipped. so the car's still on jackstands and i'm shelling out another $350+ for a 5th gear rebuild kit for my old tranny, and hoping that getting a refund for this tranny of dubious origin involves less drama than i anticipate.

my blog is beginning to remind me of e$'s, with all this car trouble. speaking of which, considering how the margaritas felt last night, i think some gin and tonic might be in order this week.

special thanks to kz for being so helpful and comforting, macdaddy for his managerial insight and company, iggdawg for his willingness to work his ass off in vain at my request, and most especially chris and andrea for the continued use of their garage. as much as this sucks and my soul is as battered as my knuckles, i don't know how i would handle this without such friends.