The Death of a Transmission

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"I'm not a saint, but I'm not a sinner...everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner."
Lily Allen / The Fear

Posted on April 05, 2009 9:21 PM in Cars
Warning: This blog entry was written two or more years ago. Therefore, it may contain broken links, out-dated or misleading content, or information that is just plain wrong. Please read on with caution.

I think it might have been Friday night, the 20th of March, when I impatiently slammed on the gas to bypass a truck that was getting on to 520 at the speed of a tranquilized snail. Per normal, my trusty Acura Integra revved its engine, but the gear-shifting didn't quite match the noise I was hearing from the engine. In fact, it felt like I was in neutral with the pedal to the floor. After that, though, things seemed to return back to normal and I had a pretty typical late night commute home.

The following Monday morning, as I made my way through my neighborhood, I noticed the car was still having trouble shifting from one gear into another. Immediately I started fearing that something was up with the transmission. I took the car to my mechanic and they told me that there seemed to be internal transmission problems that they did not specialize in fixing. They highly recommended a transmission shop down in Kent, so I drove the car down there next. Unfortunately, the guy who handles all the estimates at that shop had already gone home for the day, so it wasn't until the middle of Tuesday before I got a call from him. He told me that it indeed was something internal to the transmission and before he could even diagnose the problem, it was going to cost at least $700 in labor and require a $1,000 deposit. My guess is, once he found the problem, the price easily would have gone over $1,000 for all the repairs.

My wife and I talked about it, and we concluded that paying upwards of $1,000 to fix a car that was fifteen years old and had no guarantees something else wouldn't fall apart after we dealt with the transmission wasn't the way to go. I called the guy at the transmission shop and told him I'd be picking up the car the following morning. The drive back home showed even further decline in the state of the transmission, and the Integra now rests in our driveway. We still haven't decided exactly what's next for the car, but it's pretty certain I won't be driving it again anytime soon and even more certain my blog posts in 2033 won't be reporting what I had hoped to be reporting.

It's a real shame to put the car to rest, though. It's the car I first drove in with my wife, long before we were married, and it served both me and her very well over the past decade.


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