Belly full, I tore into the transmission while my friends from Twisted Customs (where they build rock buggies and use absolutely no manual transmissions) watched and laughed at my good fortune. I didn't know when or how I was going to make it back to the official Ultimate Adventure group, as they had already moved on from South Dakota, but I knew that the Twisted crew would help me in any way possible. They're top-notch guys like that. As I got the transmission apart, I was greeted with the sickly smell of burnt gear oil and more melted bearings and wasted synchros. I began second-guessing the rebuild plan since it would require every single part inside the case getting replaced.