The Walterland Blog

So, as it turns out... the shit box I'm driving needed a new (rebuilt) tranny. So, it started its voyage out at Beasley Ford. Well, it turns out that they not only suck, but they blow too. From there I had towed to this shady place call Lee Myles Transmissions. Another word of caution... if you are ever in the York, PA area... and are having transmission issues... don't go here either. Allow me to explain.

6 days ago I was told that my car would be ready. That was a Friday... well, they didn't meet their deadline. Things happen, no biggie. I called them on Monday... they needed a couple of brackets. Whatever... an oversight, no biggie... they'll miss that deadline too. I called them on Tuesday... they need more parts. I'm losing my patience now and I vocalized that to them on the phone with the stipulation that I don't want to pay more for this transmission than I did for the car. No problem, accepted their apology... it'll be ready tomorrow (Wednesday) morning. I just got off the phone with them an hour ago (3:30 PM)... this is the story I was told... are you sitting down?

The guy that was working on assembling my transmission was in an accident last night. I think to myself, that's unfortunate for him... I ask if he's OK even though I couldn't freakin care less... the guy I've been working with tells me that he thinks there's more to this and doesn't totally believe he was in an accident. He next proceeds to tell me that he recently found out that his wife (the guy is 50, and the wife is 46)... I'm thinking he's going to say has been cheating on him... not even close... the wife has been doing crack!!! No shit... And because of it, he has developed a drinking problem... Ya think! He's been coming into work reaking of booze and stink, but I was told it hasn't been effecting his work, so no one sees a problem... But, he tells me they got their second string transmission guy working on it now... but he's running into problems. He's been having to go off of diagrams and pictures and can't seem to make things work. I'm never going to get my car back...

Let's recap...

My car's transmission is still in pieces. I've got a drunk, married to a crack addict assembling it... and currently they have picture book mechanic running into dilemas (apparently he can assemble a tranny he's taken apart, but can't put one back together that he didn't take apart... this is what I was told on the phone). This is like a bad friggin dream...