As you know from the prior post, I punctured a PVC pipe feeding our sprinklers, that's the bad news, with the good news being that I was able, out of pocket, to have the pipe immediately repaired. Thank you Juan Delgado!
Well, today I was awakened from my sleep* with a phone from Chris Morales, the Service Manager at Hanlees Fairfield Nissan Nissan proper, informing my sleep-befuddled mind, that Nissan had given his department the green light to have the transmission of my 2018 Nissan Sentra SV replaced a second time. And what's more, absolutely free!
The vehicle's intermittent mystery shudder, I and the service technicians were experiencing, was finally deemed to be related to the transmission, and as the recent replacement was still under an unlimited miles, three year warranty, Nissan gave the word to proceed with a second replacement.
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| The interior door to Hanlees Fairfield Nissan's service department. |
By 9:50AM I was able to hand over the car to Hanlees.
I can only hope, this will do the trick. We shall see.
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
Chris calls with the great news that the Sentra is ready! Christine, their employee later picks me up. Hanlees' technicians have test driven the vehicle with the new transmission, even doing some unrelated work on the rear suspension, and all in all, finding no shudder.
I get in the car and sense nothing on my way back home, whereas before, there was frequently an incident with a faint but distinctive shudder upon braking and accelerating.
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| The Exit leading from the Service Department to the parking lot. |
* As to my sleep, I was having a long-ass dream about John Cleese, a daylong live television, special event he was hosting, regarding his past TV productions, and forthcoming series debut. I was in the audience and involved to a point were Cleese knew and called me by name. There were others characters involved, including a fellow audience member seated besides me, who was a reporter and scientific genius. Karl and Brian were also there, trying to get me thrown out by security unless I gave the pair the spotlight. (When I left my seat to help Cleese, Karl first demanded, then stole my place, insisting the seat was rightfully his!) Felix was away in Germany.
Turns out, that Cleese, the audience member next to me, and an African-American journalist, who was launching her own justice-themed news network, all came to my defense. (The audience member going so far as to interrupt all live media, playing the part of mad scientist bent on world conquest - he was only pretending - to name Karl, Brian, and the security team as his henchmen with the receipts to prove it.) In the end it was Karl and Brian getting themselves evicted, the tables having been turned.
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