Well things were just goin’ too good I guess. I went out to get a bottle of wine to go with dinner and never got there. The clutch cable let go at a stop sign about 4 miles from home. There I sat, forlorn, forgot my cell phone, ready to start walking and I remembered, Hey, you don’t need no stinkin’ clutch! Just start ‘er up in first and decelerate to shift. Worked like a charm. Now I just have to get under there again and figure out which end let go. (hopefully not the middle)
I did notice that the clutch was getting increasingly difficult to disengage. Maybe other issues. Let’s hope not.
Half the fun is fixin’ em, half the fun is drivin’ em and the other half is talkin’ about them.