For reasons which will be revealed as you scroll down, I needed the lift this weekend. Parts for the new 40mm front struts are still at the machine shop, so it was time to bite the bullet and put the stock bits on so the car can roll:
But oh boy did it roll! The handling is downright evil with stock suspension up front and rally coilovers on the rear, but the car drives well, the new diff works great and doesn't make any scary noises or vibrations, and the new engine feels good despite still being set to low boost. Hooray!
My only complaint other than the suspension is that I need to get the v-band in the exhaust lined up better, since it leaks a bit.
Now, about that lift...
Early Friday morning, I was drinking my coffee and trying to relax after a pretty exhausting week, hoping to have a somewhat laid back weekend, maybe work on the Kawasaki, and get the mountain bikes tuned up in case it ever goes above freezing again. However, those dreams were shattered the moment I fired up Chief; the normal exhaust note was accompanied by an absolutely unholy racket, it sounded like there was a jackhammer operating somewhere inside the vehicle. Climbing underneath, I determined the source was inside the bellhousing- with the inspection cover removed, it became obvious that the sound I was hearing was the torque converter ricocheting off of everything in its' vicinity. Hence the need for the lift.
So Friday was spent dropping driveshafts on myself, narrowly avoiding dropping a transfer case on myself, and quite nearly catching a transmission to the crotch. Once all that junk was out of the way, I found this:
A closer look:
Holy berkeley, I can't believe this drove into the garage:
Since the 4l60e seemed tired anyway, and the converter was pretty dinged up, and the flexplate had become a donut, I made a quick decision to try and acquire better versions of all 3 of those things in the next 24 hours. A guy who sounded like Mike from Breaking Bad assured me that I could pick up a torque converter and freshly rebuilt 4l60e that night, and a local dealer claimed that they would have a flexplate for me the next morning. So at 10pm Friday Sara helped me hoist the transmission into the back of our 318ti and I set off into the night:
Somewhere north of the Delaware Water Gap, I pulled up to a dark transmission shop, met a guy, and exchanged an old transmission, a beat up torque converter, and a stack of $20 bills (the ATM doesn't spit out hundereds!) for a hopefully well built 4l60e with a 3 year unlimited mileage warranty, a few gaskets, a new torque converter, and some insider knowledge that I'd better use an OEM flexplate if I didn't want to do this again. I made it home around 1:30AM Saturday.
When we got up on Saturday morning, we realized that this was the first time the back room of the shop had ever had four vehicles inside, and decided to document that before yoinking the transmission out of the back of the BMW:
Then we gave the GM dealer a call, and got bad news- they hadn't gotten our flexplate. So I called around, found a dealer in Philly with one on the shelf, and drove down and got that E36 M3, picking up a bunch of ATF at a parts store on my way home. I called in reinforcements (GRM user AdventurePiggy) and we "installation is the reverse of removal"d that garbage back into the truck. Here's a lovely picture of us both wondering why I don't own a transmission jack as we use a motorcycle jack, a piece of wood, a breaker bar, and all of our combined scrawniness to wedge the transfer case into place:
We called it quits after getting all of the big heavy stuff bolted up. The next morning, I plugged in the remaining connectors, zip tied wires whose terrible plastic GM clips had long since disintegrated, and filled the thing up with ATF. It drives well, shifts nicely (except for a slow 1-2 shift which the builder claimed needs to break in for a bit), and seems healthy- Chief is back in action!
So much for a relaxing weekend.