I took my car to a Boutique car repair center. They had marble floors, no kidding. I felt so far out of place there. The service manager wore a wool sweater that looked like some fancy socks.

The waiting room was so pretty with all these fancy tires all standing up like toy soldiers. Allot of yummpies were coming in with stuff like flat tires. One Flat in hand the fellow said come back in 2 hours and we can fix your flat for $28. ouch. Weird he couldn't do it right then. He was sort of real busy staying clean I guess to fix a simple flat tire.

All the mechanics that I could see through the big glass window were busy at their tasks but not making allot of headway. Saw a power steering pump come off a car more than once.

I waited a long time for him to put car on lift since I had a vibration on take off and he needed to have it up on lift to use his Stethescope. He was Italian or Spanish, some weird English. I was doubting if it was worth the wait but I stayed. Free coffee of course.

He poked it around and was sure the sound was the Torque Converter. He said it may last a day or 10 years. This sounded silly so I left. I never got a quote. His chief mechanic agreed, seen this all the time, he said.

Next day I removed the Exhaust Resonators. Insides were rattling in resonators.

Problem solved.

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1982 300SD