
My mechanic, Norm, was pretty upset about this one. I bought Adie with the original shifter in it. (Though, hilariously enough, not the knob. The knob itself had the wrong shift pattern on it, which I called a theft deterrent.) Putting it lightly, the shifting was sloppy. Sometimes, in my less careful moments I would brush reverse when I went from first to second. And third gear practically took me all the way to the glovebox. Fourth gear I would sometimes knock Miracle’s knee.
So when I took Adie to the shop prior to a shakedown trip, I asked Norm to take care of anything hinky—things that weren’t broken, not wrong, but could become an issue.
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