Lately, the car has been feeling really good. I have'nt been pushing it really because I was going to let Matt borrow my transmission for a while until he could sort out what to do with Subarina.
Sunday was the swap day and my car was going to sit sans-trans for a while until I find the time to build my dogbox.
I come up a very slight grade to pull into the MVA. I'm going 10-ish miles an hour and I'm in 2nd gear. The car starts to jerk a little. You know what happens when you are in gear at to low an RPM and the ECU struggles to choose between idle and not and you cut fuel? That's what was happening.
So I figure, no biggie, I'll just downshift to 1st.
I push in the clutch and go to let it out in neutral to rev-match and as soon as my foot reaches an inch away from the floor..... CLICK, CLICK, RATTLE, RATTLE, CLICK, RATTLE.
Fuckall. Blown tranny.
I coasted into a parking spot and got my tags then waited for a tow. 2.5 hours later, tow shows up.
Lame.
The only time I moved the car was to reverse it for towing, and creeping it out of my garage to back it into my "broken tranny lot". Clutch was out and car was in gear for a total of 15 feet.
Sunday, I'll still pull the tranny and I'll probably crack it open in my garage to see what got fucked up.
I'm Sorry Matt

Phil