Well, now I know why I am a Ford man.
Last weekend, I had to drive to Airlie Beach to pick up a 351 windsor that I had bought from e-bay and take a 289 windsor up as well......
I had 3 cars to choose from for the trip,
a F100 with a 460 in it......to costly on juice.
BAXR8 ute....kangaroos along the way, could hurt.
VR Commodore, borrowed but can do the job......or so I thought.
I made it from Brisbane to Carmila, about 950 k and could smell transmission fluid, so as luck would have it, I had just passed a service station, so I turned around and went to look. Thank god it didn't happen 50 or more k down the road, its in the middle of no where.
Anyway, I had a look under the car, and it was covered in oil, so further investigation could not turn up anything other than the breather tube bleeding.....lol
I filled the transmission, and attempted to move, but realised rather quickly that I was in more trouble than flash gordon. The noises it made would have the motor vehicle equivalent of the RSPCA chasing me for cruelty.
I rang the RACQ and they told me to drive across the road, and wait till 7 30 in the morning when he got there.
When he arrived, took one quick look under the drivers front guard, and said, "yep, gearbox mate, see em all the time, 5 in 1 week, and 2 in 1 day are my records" He went on to tell me just how many he had had, and how bad they were.
At this stage, I have contacted my mate in Airlie Beach and have him coming down with my 351. I book some flights for myself and my mate out of Mackay for 4 10 in the afternoon. I was now 8am.
I found the local, and waited till 10 when it opened, waiting for my 351, to put in the ute, and then get a lift to Mackay to fly on home. Come 2pm, I am getting worried that Paul still had not arrived, so calling him netted yet another General Motors dissappointment.
Ignition barrel fell out, stuffed!!!!
By the time he got to me, my flight was gone, and I had to buy another 2 tickets (bloody Virgin Blue) but they have copped enough this week...
What was meant to be a quick up and back trip in 26 hours wound up as 3 days, tons of cash, and a hangover.
I guess it all began with the bloody keys........
First time ever in a Holden, and most definatly the last.