Ignacio and family save the day… again.
The leaking transmission was not getting any better and every time I looked under the bus and saw the drips I got more and more nervous. If we don’t fix it now, I can’t see anywhere on the map in the next 5000 km that we will be able to. Fortunately, we didn’t even have to ask – Ignacio told us to come over and fix it – he’d even have the beer and BBQ waiting.
In the morning, I climbed into the pit and Juan helped me get down to the leaking differential seal – new territory for me. While we were down there, of course, we found plenty of other things to take care of too. One CV boot with a hole in it and the other three were badly cracked. Time to replace all four. This also means pulling everything apart, cleaning, and re-greasing too.
I’d been hearing a little clickety-clack from the back recently and assumed there was something up with the wheel bearings again. After looking at the CV bearings, I think I probably found the source – not pretty. Back in the U.S., everything would immediately be replaced with new parts. Here, you tend to get more life out things. The executive decision was to put them back in and keep going. Juan assured me we would make it Patagonia with no problems (I don’t remember him saying if we would make it back). We’ll put this on our list of things to check in Buenos Aires.
The seal was another issue altogether. It’s not available down here – this is no Brazilian tranny. We took it around to a few shops and one guys measured it with calipers and gave us something as close as he could get. Off by a millimeter. We took it back to the shop and put it on the lathe and then installed with a little RTV. Should be fine. A quick seal replacement turned into a long greasy day – time for large hunks of meat and beer!
After the asadita, Bode wasn’t feeling well, so he and Angela slept in the bus while I hung out with the fam. The big yearly teleton was on TV – a huge affair hosted by the Sabado Gigante guy. It was sort of like their version of the Jerry Lewis Telethon. Far more entertaining than any telethon I’ve seen – mainly because it gave me an introduction to all of the popular entertainers – with bonus commentary from the family.
I wasn’t log before the aguardiente came out (a home-flavored moonshine of sorts with cherries, and some unidentified berry). I even briefly demonstrated my limited ability to croon in Spanish. A poor showing for sure, but at least I’ve picked up enough to embarrass myself.