Who Needs a Clutch Anyways?

This is what I had planned for this evening:

• dinner with my parents, 5:30p
• worship rehersal for Sunday, July 23, 7p
• softball game, 8:45p

This didn’t happen. Instead this is what went down.

• dinner with my parents, 5:30p
• while driving home my clutch pedal broke, 6:45p
• call Mauri (got Sherry) to let him know that I won’t make rehersal, 6:50p
• my parents pick us up and take us home, 7p
• call insurance for towing, 7:05p
• drive back to the “dead” car to wait for tow truck, 7:25p
• tow truck shows up, 7:45p
• tow truck leaves with car, 8p
• go out to softball game, 8:20p (we won)

We were driving home after dinner, and as I pushed in the clutch to down-shift for a set of corners I heard a little pop and THUD as my clutch pedal slamed to the floor. I instinctively went to push the clutch in but couldn’t find it with my foot. I started looking down and it was just missing! Where could it be? That’s when I saw “it.” A little metal bracket, with a break down the middle, was sitting on the floor under my feet.

I laid on my back feeling around the pedal trying to find where it came from, the whole time thinking I could go get the part from Napa or AutoZone and make the quick fix on my own, but I just ended up with grease covered hands. Fortunately we have towing coverage with our insurance, so the car is now sitting at a repair shop. And fortunately the clutch itself isn’t damaged, just the thing that makes it engage.

[tags]car trouble, clutch[/tags]