masanders
Active Member
- Joined
- May 16, 2016
- Messages
- 219
- Reaction score
- 36
- Points
- 28
- Location
- Greenville, SC
- Vehicle Year
- 2000
- Make / Model
- Ford
- Engine Type
- 2.5 (4 Cylinder)
- Engine Size
- 2.5L
- Transmission
- Manual
- 2WD / 4WD
- 2WD
- Tire Size
- 235/75/15
- My credo
- Don't get louder, improve your argument.
2000 Ranger 2.5L RWD MT
Friday afternoon my truck died. Thought it was the starter, but its good. Any electrical tests have been done and all have come back as good (to the best of my measuring ability. I’ve known for a while that the clutch, pressure plate, and all related equipment needed to be replaced. Sometime back I contacted a mechanic and asked for a quote on just looking at the clutch and pressure plate to see if they needed to be replaced. I was quoted over $1000 to just look at it. Now I’m being told that there is a chance the engine flywheel will need to be replaced.
The suspension, injectors, fluids, and many other things need to be done. On one hand I’m sentimental about the truck. It was my dad’s truck. I was there with him when he picked it up. I was it’s first passenger. On the other hand, I am so tired of pouring money into it and having to fix it every other month or so.
I am so frustrated, torn, and just plain tired. I don’t know what to do. I neither have the tools, nor the resources to move forward either way.
Friday afternoon my truck died. Thought it was the starter, but its good. Any electrical tests have been done and all have come back as good (to the best of my measuring ability. I’ve known for a while that the clutch, pressure plate, and all related equipment needed to be replaced. Sometime back I contacted a mechanic and asked for a quote on just looking at the clutch and pressure plate to see if they needed to be replaced. I was quoted over $1000 to just look at it. Now I’m being told that there is a chance the engine flywheel will need to be replaced.
The suspension, injectors, fluids, and many other things need to be done. On one hand I’m sentimental about the truck. It was my dad’s truck. I was there with him when he picked it up. I was it’s first passenger. On the other hand, I am so tired of pouring money into it and having to fix it every other month or so.
I am so frustrated, torn, and just plain tired. I don’t know what to do. I neither have the tools, nor the resources to move forward either way.