So, shortly after the last post I get the call from the Mechanic.
I need a new transaxle. This is hopeful, until I look up transaxle and discover that it's mechanic speak for transmission.
I've left a lot of cars for less, but - it's still early in the season. Find me a transmission. Life seems to require I purchase a transmission, there's no getting 'round it, 2 years ago, condemned the white jeep for the same reason - but - a new vehicle, same problem, it seems there's no avoiding fate.
And it's going to need a clutch. "I mean" he explains - "Might as well while we have it all apart....". Sure.
No charge for this summary evaluation, having paid XX$$$ for coffee and breakfast at the Bluebell is probably money enough spent for today, they have to be in league with the mechanics...
Driving back to Nelson in 3rd gear, enjoying the throwing it into neutral on the mountainsides down, my only attempts at speed, when finally comes the rattle of the muffler. Pull over, it's now completely off, throw it into the passenger seat.
Transmission, Clutch, Muffler.
There's no escaping fate. That said, I do have a lottery ticket I haven't checked...