It's definitely Saturday at this point. It may have been Saturday before this, it may have just started. IDK who or where I am when I wake up at this point.
I know what you're thinking.
Chris is going to take some poison while the car naps. Then the car will wake up and find Chris all sorts of past-tense and take some poison. Gotta be a tragedy, right?
Well fear not! We eventually exhaust all the sadness and destruction in the gearbox of doom and this happens.
Psych!
Not done just yet.
A big block of marble was brought out along with some fancy measuring instruments for this next part.
Drumroll please...
The trans was completed at 1649EDT on Saturday.
I took this picture at 1738EDT.
It was fully installed, assembled, and running at 1937EDT. I took a video, but you've all seen what my car idling looks like. #stoked
The next morning, we let the car down off the lift and clocked some miles.
Went to dinner with Joe's in-laws again and I sniped this out the kitchen window.
The next morning, I took off for home. Pics in the dark are no fun, but here's a pic at a gas station in IDKwhere.
The car drove fine the whole way home. Joe and I had tinkered with the calibration and the car was running less rich and generally happier.
After forever away, I finally parked in my own garage.
Just one more post to wrap this story and I'm going to bed.