It’s Not Like I Need Money Or Anything
Today’s Friday and I’m getting it started off right. If there’s anything as great as driving to work, only to hear a sickening squeal and some miscellaneous noises from where the transfer case comes from, I can’t think of it. If there’s anything better than calling AAA and having them tow my ass back home, I can’t think of it. If there’s anything better than calling around to see if the old non-profit I used to work for has any cars in their donation pile, I can’t think of it. If there’s anything better than figuring out if I can, in fact, repair or replace the transfer case, staring at the instructions in the Chilton manual, and saying, “Yeah… I might be able to pull that off…”, I can’t think of it.
Jesus, this is f—ing ridiculous.
Of course, even if I could get the transfer case out of there, I have no idea how the various parts fit together or which parts are which, so “repairing” it would probably be a bad idea. Fortunately, replacing the dumb thing doesn’t look especially difficult, so that might be the route I go. Now I just need to call around and figure out what my options are…
