Thursday night Noah and I were driving the Scrambler in Royal Oak and it started refusing to shift into gear. The clutch has been noisy since day one, so I knew this day would come — I just was hoping it wouldn't come so soon. Anyhow, we limped it home, pulled it into the garage and started psyching ourselves up for dropping the transmission and transfer case and replacing the clutch.
Today was the day. After church Noah and I pulled out the shop manual and began disassembly. It went good, but slow — and painful. The transmission and transfer case fell off the jack and onto my chest while I was under the Jeep. It was fun watching Noah step up in crisis mode. At first it was total panic. Then quickly he pulled himself together and helped me get unpinned. Good times! We'll probably put it all back together next weekend. The parts are extremely dirty and will need to be cleaned. It's hard to keep it in the garage on sunny days.
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