I have begun to dismantle the interior of The Beast to swap the HVAC box and, hopefully, restore air conditioning!
This is the result of four hours of work:
I'm about half done with the take-apart portion of the event. Taking it slow, taking it easy.
Odd, not being in a rush about it is making it less stressful.
There is a funny moment, though.
I needed to remove the shift knob.
The shift lever needs to be in L to get at the screw that holds it on.
No problem, thinks I!
I'd disconnected the battery, but there's a way to get it out of park without the batt.
There isn't a way to get it back into park if you've removed the trigger on the front of the knob to access the screw that you find you can't find. (Once the knob is removed you can press the center of the shifter shaft down and get it into park.)
This would not be a problem if the emergency brake actually held the car OR if I'd remembered to put chocks down.
So I am sitting here, in gear, holding the brake to keep the car from rolling into the street...
So I scream for Harvey.
She can't hear me because The Boy is "singing" in the back and she's got her work headphones on.
Worse, she thinks what she can hear is The Boy's "singing."
Eventually I get her and two of the neighbors to come help and Harvey gets the wheels chocked.
As a matter of fact, that IS my petard, why do you ask?
*Sung to the tune of "Waiting on the Bus All Day" by ZZ Top.













