So I got the clutch sorted on the car, drove PERFECT, like best it's ever drove since I've had it. Driving it around for a few miles, getting the feel for it again, loved it, great car.
This now is why it's named Satan. (Beefa is it's nickname)
Driving down to Walsall, heard a little knock and grind, didn't think much of it, stopped, took a look at it, couldn't see anything, clutch felt fine, car went fine. Driving along, had a little opening where I could do a 3rd gear pull (not the smartest thing I've done with a cop behind me)
So gave the car FULL beans in 3rd 5K on the limiter, shifted into 4th, let off, slowed down, next thing you know, grind boom, car just full on LOCKED the **** up, came to a stop sliding wildly to the left. Oh great, FML.
Gearbox has exploded, clutch has broke apart and smashed a hole in the side of the engine block (engine oil is leaking out) and the gearbox is just history, dead. Gone. Sent it straight to hell on a first class ticket.
So now Satan is totally dead. And NO I'm not breaking it, no I'm not selling it whole. I'm fixing it. I'm not giving up on this car at all, even though it's got me doubting myself, doubting my ability to repair a car but I'm not giving up on him. Not at all, this will see the hell fire and brimstone once again, you have my word on that one.