And then...all the fun disappeared. This perfect trip came to an end and was replaced by fear and concern for the remaining hours. The truck ran perfectly until we got to Madison. Pulled onto the beltway and ran into tranny problems. Accelerated up to highway speed (1-->2-->3), decided to stay in 3rd rather than rolling up to O/D. Slid the shifter from O/D-->D, and promptly found myself in some form of neutral. Slid back to O/D and found myself back in 3rd. When I got up to speed, it tried to go to 4th, but shifted very lightly, and I think the clutch was slipping. Not quite sure, as the T/C never locks up, so the coupling is always loose. But it seemed looser.
Moved the shifter back to 3rd, and kept it there most of the way home. Stopped along the way to check tranny fluid. Level was correct, and the fluid was clean and red. And the radiator was slowly boiling over.
Unable to stay stationary (despite my newly installed fan), but not sure how many more shifts I was gonna get out of the tranny, I hit the road again and we came into Fond Du Lac. At this point, we had to stop and turn left onto US-41.
Started pulling out into traffic. 1st gear was fine, but shifting to 2nd was quite slow. Shifting to 3rd was the same. I again tried sliding the shifter down to 3rd, and it again popped out of gear. I left it in O/D, but it never tried to go to 4th again. We ran it the rest of the way home in 3rd. Huge amounts of wasted power, and my ears are still ringing from the noise. Somehow I managed to lose track of the earplugs that had been in that truck. I did have the thought that 4.56:1 CUCV trucks live in 3rd gear all the time, but 200 miles of this convinced me that CUCV owners must be crazy! (The irony that I was hauling a 3-speed CUCV was not lost on me, either.

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Running in 3rd exacerbated the cooling deficiency, and wound the engine up higher than I prefer. So speed decreased accordingly, and we rolled into town in the late afternoon. Shifting through the required 2 intersections was similar to what happened above.
And then, about 1 mile from home, the temp gauge climbed. I had run out of water, within sight of home.
I nursed it through 1 minute of overheating and coasted into the pasture.
All I could think about was cracked heads and blown 700R4 stories. Just as I was really, really starting to like this truck.
