Yesterday I got Joyce up and out to help me do a another run at bleeding the brakes. I had bled the front brakes after changing the calipers, but they still felt a little soft so I wanted to bleed the rear brakes, too. After crawling around cussing and groaning for a while I decided it just wasn't worth it. It was time to pay some younger guy to do it. So, today we took Pumpkin to a local shop. We had to go to Ozark anyway, so we dropped Pumpkin off and went to town. When we came back, it was done. The fella said I had actually done a good job. He went ahead and vacuum bled the rears and bled the fronts anyway, but did not see a lot of air. I had to pay him $30 for the compliment, but I'm satisfied there is no air in the lines.
Then on the way home, just as I started down the hill on Cox Road, I let off the gas and was touching the brakes a bit when all of a sudden they quit slowing me down. They still felt firm, but just weren't slowing Pumpkin down. So, what the heck??? Then I realized the engine had died - the fire had gone out. Why? I do not know. It started right back up and didn't so much as hiccup again. So now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Oh yes, the transmission temperature gauge seems to work okay, although I'm still not sure of it's accuracy. It only got as high as about 125-130 degrees. I may have to wait until I'm pulling Coors up and down a few hills in hot weather to give it a good test.
Okay, now I'm getting pissed. I received the replacement emergency flasher I ordered (the 2nd time) and IT DOES NOT WORK! I'm too ticked off to investigate further right now. Maybe tomorrow.
