I drove a 51 Dodge from Gary Ind. to St. Petersburg Fla. in the summer of 1962. Some where in Tennessee in the fluid coupling broke loose from the input shaft where one of my cousins had welded it previously. My Angels were with me and if I idled it down and slowed to just the right speed, it would bind up and stick.
It took me 24 hours of pushing that Gyro-matic hard, but it made it. Unfortunately, the next day, after it had cooled off, I went to move it from the back yard, it would do nothing. I left there a week or so later, but I don't think it ever moved again.
That car taught me two things, lots of patience, and don't pass a new Pontiac in Georgia if it contains guys wearing smokey bear hats. The speed limit was 55 out in the sticks, fer cryin out loud. And you know I had to wait for a long downhill to get up enough speed to get around them.
Sorry for the ramble, I'm an old guy. Its what we do.