Yes, the marks were on the outer circumference.
I will try to remember your recommendation about a different tech inspecting the diff case carrier bearing seats IF it happens again. I'm hoping the new parts fixed the problem for good.
There must be some sort of dealership service department book of BS to say to customers to calm their fears. In said book you will find this quote "Reassure the customer by telling them you have 30+ years of experience." I have heard this line several times before.
LoL. I’m all for valuing experience. Just when it’s used out of false pride...
BTW, have you heard the story about the retired old Navy steamship master?
One day, an Navy steamer pulls into port, albeit slower than it should. Upon tying up, the Captain calls 2nd Level Support for a problem his crew has not been able to resolve. The maintenance chief tells the captain that his is one of the oldest steam plants in the fleet, and no one is left who knows steam better than Charlie, who retired and now does a bit of “consulting”. Cap says, hire him for this job, as we’ve been racking our collective brains this whole cruise.
So the Chief gets Charlie to take the task. Next day, an older guy pulls up in an even older pickup, carrying an even older wooden toolbox. Cap suppresses his doubts, and shows him around the ship personally. All the Captain gets out of Charlie, as he explains the problem and what they’ve done so far, is “ Uh-huh”. “Uh-huh”. “Uhh-huhh”.
As Cap finishes the walkthru, he asks Charlie if he can help.
”Uh-huh”.
The Captain steps aside and says “The ship is yours”.
Charlie walks purposefully a good ways, stops, seems to carefully study the maze of pipework and gauges before him, standing quietly.
”Ah-hah”.
Charlie reaches down and pulls out a knarly looking, heavily weathered and slightly rusty 2# hammer, and in one fluid, sure motion, strikes the flange of a valve.
”Pinggggg”
A gurguling sound emenates from deep in the bowels of the ship, a rumbling, then right at the area of the struck valve, a “cloingg” , “clunk”, “thunk”, “hiss”, and finally “whoosh”, and with that, the gauges all start to climb back into the green arcs, and the ship gives off a happy vibe as the machinery settles into a now regular, steady pitch.
The Captain is quiet,slightly stunned, somewhat amazed, as he realizes that the ship is now restored. Cap watches Charlie slip the sledge into the toolbox, handling the heavy tool as if it where and extension of himself, and pickup a invoice pad. The kind that had the carbon paper between each sheet. Charlie takes a pencil from somewhere, scribbles, rips the top copy off, folds it in half, and hands it to the Captain as he starts up the stairs topside.
As they approach the deck, the Captain unfolds the invoice, and sees this:
USN 12345, Steamfitting consult and maintenance, $5,001.00
Well, in this day and age, that’s a fair chunk of change, as so the Captain asks how that work could possibly justify such a bill.
Charlie lifts his head, speaking slowly but for the first time, in words, and says “One dollar for one swing of the hammer. Five thousand dollars for knowing where the hammer should strike.”