Outcomes Without Surprises
The truck didn't like it much, the few other motorists were confused by it, I wasn't thrilled with it, but like anything else, you just have to get the hang of it. The longest route home also had the fewest traffic lights and motorists, toll booths are good places to convince the !@$^% transmission to get back in gear. Piece of cake: tug the shifter down into neutral, shut the engine off, slide it down into second gear, set down your road mug, restart the engine (in gear). If you don't gut the engine, the reward is a few seconds of abrupt acceleration during which to find third gear...
That's right. Kludge. Got any problems with that?
It didn't even take that long, before the streetlights of home put an end to the lunacy. The main unbroken stretch of the journey seemed uneventful, but somewhere near the end of the 60-odd miles, my labors paid a dividend of sorts. Soon after picking up my toll ticket (and another jackrabbit launch), I was able to coax the clutch pedal from the floorboard. It took nearly an hour, but after working the pedal back and forth with my left foot, I was able to pump some pressure back into the hydraulics, enough to navigate the local streets without restarting the engine. Better yet, because the clutch wasn't fully disengaging anyway, it gave me something to do to break the monotony of driving. I'd give it about a nine out of ten, on the ol' Duress-O-Meter scale, but an ugly win is still a win.