67westy said:
My clutch creaked a bit and I think it was due to the clutch cable linkage pin nearly being worn through :shock: might be worth checking it if you have it in bits. I guess you probably would of noticed if you've been messing with the cable though....
I think you may have missed the irony in all of this, bit of an epic, but here is the gist of it all.
I had a bit of a clutch noise,, more like a howling come screaming of tortured metal upon metal, which I took to be the thrust bearing / release bearing depending on where you come from. Mrs Ozziedog was going off for the weekend with the rest of her coven and so I was `instructed' to relay her and her baggage over to coven headquaters. As we got there to within a hundred yards I felt what can only be described as a fluctuation through the clutch pedal that I understood to be the release bearing in it`s final agonising death throws. One more hit on the clutch and boom,,,,, :shock: it`s all over for the bearing and we drop off Mrs Ozziedog absolutely clutchless at coven HQ. Mrs Ozziedog and a gaggle of witches are jabbering two to the dozen while I unload Sherbie and you have never seen so much crap for a weekend jaunt, I daren`t look inside as you`ll never know what`s in there and if you saw any of their potions you`d maybe end up as a pillar of salt or something or get wings of bat stuck tothe back of your hand
or worse ! So me and Sherbie beat a hasty retreat without a clutch and as quickly as we could before they cast another spell on us. So the scene is set and me and Sherbie get back to Volkshala where the VW gods convene (my garage).
So we set to work disconnecting the magic four bolts as instructed by the gods of Volkshala, so I get Sherbie to give just one more squeeze and low and behold the engine plops out like a baby being delivered, it was almost biblical if you swap my garage for the stable etc :msn4: . Once the donk is on the deck we scurry under the bus to look at the first issue and sure enough, there is the thrust bearing looking to be well beyond his former self and he`s definitely on the ropes and his legs (pins) are gone! So,,,,, we aren`t cheapskates by any stretch of the imagination,, and we smack a whole new clutch in
And while we`re in the nether regions of my little bus we could perhaps have a little look at the oil leak issues,,, so there starts another complete chapter of the engine, the top end rebuild catastrophe by catastrophe cock up by cock up until we put the engine finally back into the bus. The battery is charged,, everything is checked and double checked, the engines been fired up, we`re down off the axle stands, I`ve checked everything underneath, swept the floor and gone up the lane and got the neighbours to move their cars,, and finally opened the garage door fully like a proud dad showing off his newborn. Jump in the cab, just check we got juice,,,, yeahhh,,, keys, wheres the keys ,, :shock: right here they are, got the keys,,, OK here we go
Ignition,,,, crank,,,, fires up,,
check mirrors, right dip the clutch select rev.......... :shock: BANG !!!! :shock: The pedal just hit the deck,
WHERE HAS THE CLUTCH GONE
Oh no! Oh Noooo!! The clutch cables gone.
Go and tell the neighbours, who have been waiting patiently for the bus to appear, that it may take a little longer and they can put their cars back in the meantime !
So back to Volkshala, have a quick word with Sherbie who seems to have lost all his confidence now in ever getting out of the place where he`s spent the last month or so, and try and re assure him that `It will be OK' . Not only will it be OK, but,, it`ll be even better than before and no nasty screeching noises except when Mrs Ozziedog or the members of her coven are about. This is now serious :? There seems to be a complete collapse in confidence in all present at Volkshala, thet`ll be me and Sherbie, so we go for some magic potion,, a large, large, very strong coffee and fill up the baccy tin while in the kitchen and go and mind meld with Sherbie and think about things. Two coffees later and about five rollys and we have the jack out again, axle stands and we`re going for it,,, yes, it`s just the cable broken,, so we get fown to GSF the very next day where the fellas behind the counter are always glad to see me,, I probably pay most of their wages,,,and new cable ,, way hay !
Look out Volkshala,,,, here we come,,,,,, Ozziedogs are GO ! :lol: Get that cable in ,,,,, Sherbie is like a dog with two dicks, he`s racing up and down the ring road, zooming around the local shopping centres,, and if I may say so,, looking extremely cooool 8) :lol: 8)
And on the next day,,, I get a noisey clutch......,,,,,..
Ozziedog,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Isn`t it ironic,,,,,,,,,,,,,,