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We were running way late for a bunch of reasons, rusted bolts, 270 was a one lane parking lot, it's 5:something, my manditory FORMAL DINNER is in an hour, and I'm up to my elbows in grease, Bill hasn't left yet and he's in trouble for not picking up his daughters, we add the fluid, I've got the engine running, first gear, everythings ok, second gear, everythings fine, third gear still working, drive, it's good. Neutral, Oh oh, hey Bill, I've got an orange light on the dash!!!
The wheels stop turning, the engine is still at 3000rpm, his wife is going to kill him.
Itwas the neutral light.
BaaHAAHAaaaaaaaa
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