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Ch. I
It began when I was driving home after school from UTSC.
I exited on Whites Rd., took Whites to Kingston (Hwy 7), and took Kingston to Valley Farm Rd. Little did I know, that I was in for something big.
As I’m making the lane change into the left-turning lane, I begin downshifting from 4th to 3rd. Clutch in and:
BRUUCKKKKKSH!
(sound altered to protect those harmed)
It sounds and feels like the clutch pedal arm/mounting point has broken. I take the car out of gear with a bit of force, basically taking it out of gear without clutching in. 4-way flashers are pushed on and I pull over to the middle of kingston, in the left turning lane, in front of a median.
Looking down at the clutch pedal, I notice that it’s off to a an angle resembling this: \ With the other pedals still straight: | |
I exclaim, “OMGWTFBBQCOPTER?!”
I pop the hood, open the door and look at the pedal from a closer point of view, I don’t get it. It doesn’t make sence. The pedal still has a pressure, but not like regular clutch pressure. It feels like the movement has been restricted to the first half of clutching in, before the clutch plate actually seperates.
I look in from the hood and nothing seems amiss.
Now my cellphone sucks. I can’t make outgoing calls, but I can take incoming calls, and I can text message. Quick text message to the girlfriend, who calls my dad, who calls a friend’s shop, who calls a towtruck, who calls me and says we’ll be there in a bit.
I’m towed to the shop, Mr. Transmission, and Ken (the owner) comes out and has a look. He sits down, notices the same thing about the clutch pressure, starts it in first and obviously stalls it. Trys again, stalls it again. Obviously, this was gonna happen since the clutch isn’t working.
“Tranny’s gotta come out, she’ll be sleeping here tonight.”
Now, I thought it had something to do with the pedal, but I believe I was wrong.
I get home and weep for a bit. I hate being away from my car.
Ch. II
Today, no word from Ken the mechanic at all…Not until about 4:50 when my dad calls.
He says you’re moving with your aunty and uncle from Bel-Air.
Well no, he didn’t say that. He says, “I talked to the shop, and they say it’s the clutch. They also say it’ll cost $800 to fix.”
I say, “Umm…I dunno if that’s right. Did you tell them not to work on it yet? Did you tell them about the engine?”
He says, “no, you tell them.”
I call the shop.
Me: “Hey umm this is Original Nutta (name altered), you have my 240 in the shop.”
Him: “yeah I talked to your dad a little while ago.”
Me: “Yeah he told me…umm so tell me, what exactly is wrong with it, and what’s the proceedure, and how much does it cost.”
Him: “It’s the clutch, so we gotta replace the clutch and we’re gonna machine the flywheel…blah blah blah $818.55, and you know, you can’t be beating on your car like that, clutches shouldn’t look like how yours looked” (lecturing me?? I baby my clutch, it was like that when I got it, but whatever.)
Me: “Umm…okay…See…It’s like this…the car is a 1990 Nissan 240sx, but the engine and tranny isn’t stock. It’s from a 96 Nissan Silvia/180SX. The engine and tranny was shipped in from Japan and then installed in the car. It is not available stock in any Nissan vehicle in Canada. It is not legal. It is not DOT Approved. Any clutch you get from your supplier will not work. If it needs a new clutch, I can order it in and give it to you.”
Him: “umm…wow…okay…well we have a clutch here…but I can see if we can get a clutch specific to your engine…I’ll call you back.”
Me: “alright thanks. bye.”
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So Ch. III is where I stand right now.
Any thoughts?