As you can see by Erik's mask, this weekend stunk. We got the majority of the stink out of the way on Saturday by demolishing the remaining walls in the living room. While Erik was going "ape shit" crazy tearing the room apart, I was bagging up squirrel shit ridden insulation, bringing 6 loads of various shit loaded wall board to the dump. On my 2nd trip to the dump as I was backed up to the hopper for what was supposed to be a quick unload, as I went to pull forward....I couldn't get the volvo to shift into drive. (As many of you know, we have a truck. What you may not realize is that most of the time I don't get charged for dumping materials at the dump, because typically there is no charge for car loads, truck loads are another story- for instance, 10$ a load for wood waste)
The car was stuck, it was running and I couldn't move the gear into drive. I was starting to panic. As it was Saturday morning at the Cape dump and I could see by the look on the guy's face in the truck staring at me, that I had taken too long already in prime dump real estate. I turned the car off, swore, and turned the key hoping my nightmare would move into gear. Luckily, that tricked the volvo and I hauled ass home- Bartlett slid off the seat as we peeled out of the access road. She gave me the stink eye, wondering why all the rush. I tried to explain that if the volvo died for good at the dump, we'd certainly be the talk of the town. We came into the driveway sideways, where I tried to get it into park and yet again, it wouldn't budge. Long story short- the volvo was all sorts of messed up and 1 hr and a half later, I had it towed for it's later fate. The truck took the final 4 dump trips. Those last 4 loads cost me $20. The volvo would cost me much more when I got the bill from John's Mechanical Service, for the burned out relay & gear selector.
Bill Lee stopped by just as things were starting to get going and took some action photos of the living room and the tow truck carting the volvo off to the shop.
I am thinking at this point, I just dropped the transmission and that I might have to dust off the bike for awhile.
Erik has a glimmer of "hope" still in his eyes. After seeing what was inside the walls or better yet the lack of structure in the room, the car isn't a big deal.
