I knew that before I could take it with me, the Riv would need a quart of transmission fluid, so while sneaking in a parts shop run, I tried again to pick out a Torx socket that would unscrew the seat belt mounts. Advance had a wider variety: about a dozen variations from T-15 (skinny) to T-60 (the size I'd bought last week). I chose T-47, and found out tonight that it does the job.
Phew, no third chance required. The tab: $23.40 for the ATF fluid, the socket, a better adapter set, and a funnel. Now all I need [Ed: yeah, right] is to find a replacement burgundy seat belt. Black replacement belts and retractors are easy to find, but I haven't yet come across a burgundy one.
Between pumpkin carving and trick-or-treating, I also added a pint of ATF100, and then went back and dumped in the rest of the quart, because it still registered low on the dipstick while idling. The bad news is that about a tablespoon spilled over the side of the funnel and landed right on the exhaust manifold. That gave off an appropriately spooky puff of smoke, and I burned a finger while wiping it down with a terry cloth.
That mishap brought to mind the deep wisdom of the fortune-cookie slip I found last weekend while vacuuming under the seats (and mysteriously forgot to mention in that night's blog post):
"The Greatest Danger Could Be Your Stupidity"
Lucky Numbers 4, 5, 7, 27, 34, 44
Mirror Update: the replacement rear-view mirror I ordered last Saturday arrived on the doorstep today. At first, I groaned because it came in a box with a picture of an exterior side rear-view, and I thought: Oh, man! just like the last one. But inside the box was a sparkling new OEM rear-view mirror that matches the original one, but without the oxidation spots on the reflective layer. Good call, but I'm still curious whether anything needs to go between the metal plate on the mirror mounting panel, and the windshield (other than the glue, of course).





