Sorry we missed that, I was standing with my buddy looking at his '41 chevy S/D at a little place calleed Fort Bridger, both scratchin our heads trying to figure out where the dive had gone. No oil leaking averything looked perfect, the mongrel just lost drive. Turned out to be a 10cent spring in the TH400's governor, broken. Mike made sure I got there by diverting the Greyhound from the interstate to Ft Bridger and I was off on another adventure thanks to my hot rodding gene. That bus trip was a real revelation. Even the bus driver was stoked coz after 25 years on that route he'd never picked up a passenger in Ft Bridger.