The clutch was slipping pretty badly and halfway through blood drive the brake pedal began going all the way to the floor. scary!
So after a month or so of postponing the inevitable, my awesome dad volunteered to help me overhaul Little Big Rig.
First up, new master cylinder.
After replacing the master cylinder we pulled all the wheels off and put new brake pads on.
Front:
Back:
Next we attacked the drive train and transmission in order to drop the bell housing and replace that old slippery clutch.
Working as a team.
Bell Housing
Getting out that old clutch.
When the job was done, even the lady folk came out to wash and wax Little Big Rig and give him some much needed love and attention.
We were rewarded for our work with one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen.
I have to say that there is no way I could ever have done any of this without my dad. I really appreciate his company. He's not too feeble for an old 60 year old and his mind isn't completely gone yet.
Ok Little Big Rig. When's the next cross country trip?
