XOLATEM
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So...there I was...
...standing in front of The Truck after an absence of...maybe two weeks...a beautiful 1985 one-ton dually dressed out with Miller, Ingersol-Rand, and an older model crane mounted on a Reading work body...sporting a work vise with a wrench clenched in its jaws... just beautiful...and Proud...
Waiting...and looking powerful, durable, and willing...
At least it is beautiful to me...my first Real Truck...
...standing there hooked up to a small trailer sporting a medium size skid steer covered with a tarp.
Beautiful...and waiting...
Waiting.... for me to perform the Starting Ritual after respectfully entering the cab and getting properly positioned for action...
This time...no battery voltage checks, no popping the hood first looking for fuel and oil and coolant leaks like I had done for the last two years...no...
The One-Ton had passed the Acid Test over the last month and logged about a thousand miles over mountains and valleys, highways and byways, steep mountain driveways and small-town wanderings in 90 degree weather to find a DMV and a Tire Shop to get a trailer bought and outfitted and finally get to The Staging Area for the... Next Phase Of My Existence....
No...things were working. I was confident that all of my checking and re-checking and agonizing over the past two years was mostly behind me and The One-Ton was ready to do anything that I asked of it.
Spare Parts were on hand...trailer wiring and light components were in tubs in the back...One-Ton is loaded with tools and fluids, drain pans, funnels, and even a floor jack and jack stands with salvaged pieces of half-inch plate for soft ground ....prepared for most any eventuality.
It wasn't all just a lark...this Thousand- Mile Shakedown...no...things were tense at times...but nothing that could not have been overcome with Thinking..and Common Sense..and Sheer Will...
There was the time that I was trying to hurry things up and the temp guage started climbing higher than I had seen it before...
Ambient was over 90 and I was trying to do 65 MPH pulling a trailer loaded with a 5000# machine...
Slow down...pull your head outta yer you-know-what...and turn on the High-Output Heat with the windows down and fan on High...
There...thats working...takes a while to get the needle to move more to the left after it kinda likes and has gotten used to that Right-Of-Center location on the Factory Guage.
Whew...
Then there was that time that One-Ton had loudly pulled a trailer loaded with 7000# of Case 430 up a hill and had to stop at a stop sign and then make a left...not knowing that The Girl had pulled up behind me close enough in the Girl Truck to polish the tailights with a stick and a rag if She felt so inclined...
How many times have I told her not to do that Crap...I don't want to be able to read every durn license plate in front of me when we are stopped in traffic...you are not going to get there any sooner and let the people behind you worry about their spacing at a stoplight...
(sigh...) city habits....
I went to let out the clutch on the hill and go left...and One-Ton protested and tried to choke out...Shooot!!...quick..!!..slide the clutch and rev 'er a$$ and get moving...!!!
I had rolled back a few feet before going forward and I found out later that She might'a finally realized that I was Right All Along....
It worked...One-Ton pulled out and we were on our way to the Highway and the Staging Area five hours drive time away and expecting traffic and the obligatory idiot drivers out there...
When you drive a stick and you know what your clutch and flywheel looks like...having seen it first hand and fondled it from the moment you lift the large pizza-box type carton to the moment you are ready to bolt it on to a freshly-machined and cleaned flywheel that you personally handed over to the machinist and instucted Him to please index, drill dowel holes and install hardened pins to add shear strength to the ARP PP bolts...when you drive a stick unit you sometimes think about your clutch...
That clutch was Fondled and Blessed when it was installed...and this was the first time I had to slide it more than Usual...
It'd be awright...it was built for this...just not too many times...
The firewall on the One-Ton was re-inforced...with the Bronco Graveyard Triple-Throwdown strengthening plate...took a while to do...hadda disassemble down to the bulkhead and fit it into place...not a perfect fit on this one...had to cut it and weld it back together to conform to the contours but it worked out great when I was done...clutch master cylinder confidence all taken care of...biggest hurdle was reading and getting my head around the instructions...but they were good, comprehensive instructions...the project went well...
Then there was that time that I had to stay wired for sound and pay attention...intense attention...to the road...for hours....because the One-Ton needed the front end aligned and the trailer was sporting a little too much tongue weight...lesson learned...
Got the front end set in short order after that and forged ahead...
Then there was that time that I was coasting down hill and It was speeding up and I could not change lanes to get out of an uneven road in-the-middle-of-constuction situation which was making the trailer and 430 fishtail precariously...
Whew...managed that one and stopped for a while at a Rest Stop to Drain a Main Vein and hear the Girl anxiously chatter about my driving...that took a while to calm down...
After all of that and more...at the Staging Area...
So...here I am in the cab...Assuming The Position for the Starting Ritual...
Neutral...left foot poised over the clutch pedal...waiting for the right moment to push...key on and a split second before the Cold Run initiate right foot throttle jab...left hand already feeling up the Glow Plug Nonsense Eliminator Button...counting the seconds...
Jab the throttle and....nothing...no resistance...just a 'pop'...and the fuel pedal hangs half-way to the floor...
***...!!!???....HHM! Gotta be a busted throttle cable...
Pop the hood...look...feel....think...yep...busted...
I have one...and...by some miracle...it is about 50 yards away...
You see...I had figured this would happen...and bought a replacement two years ago...and by some miracle...had the thing close by...
Now...right when I needed it...it is truly a miracle...
You know...there are times when I figure that I must be very fortunate and maybe even meant to do something really Good at some point in the future...the amount of times that I have been in a tight spot and maybe even In Trouble...I have managed to pull through...somehow...
And this is one of those times...or rather...the Thousand-Mile Shakedown was that time and I did not even realize it...
You see...that cable held on just long enough to get US through all of that stuff...hours and hours of intense concentration...couldn't even twist the dials on the radio...I had to change driving hands occasionally...from the cramps of death-gripping the wheel...and finally quit when I was ready and able to fix it in short order...
Good cable...you did well....thank you and I promise to take pictures of you and show the Guys...how well you did...and now you get to quietly retire...with my steadily growing Original Parts Convalescence Center.....you will have a lot of company and can share War Stories with your compatriots...
Not having to fix it on the road...at night...by flashlight...was a realization that re-enforced my belief that I must be on The Right Path....
Good Ol' Truck...Mr. One-Ton....
To be Continued...
...standing in front of The Truck after an absence of...maybe two weeks...a beautiful 1985 one-ton dually dressed out with Miller, Ingersol-Rand, and an older model crane mounted on a Reading work body...sporting a work vise with a wrench clenched in its jaws... just beautiful...and Proud...
Waiting...and looking powerful, durable, and willing...
At least it is beautiful to me...my first Real Truck...
...standing there hooked up to a small trailer sporting a medium size skid steer covered with a tarp.
Beautiful...and waiting...
Waiting.... for me to perform the Starting Ritual after respectfully entering the cab and getting properly positioned for action...
This time...no battery voltage checks, no popping the hood first looking for fuel and oil and coolant leaks like I had done for the last two years...no...
The One-Ton had passed the Acid Test over the last month and logged about a thousand miles over mountains and valleys, highways and byways, steep mountain driveways and small-town wanderings in 90 degree weather to find a DMV and a Tire Shop to get a trailer bought and outfitted and finally get to The Staging Area for the... Next Phase Of My Existence....
No...things were working. I was confident that all of my checking and re-checking and agonizing over the past two years was mostly behind me and The One-Ton was ready to do anything that I asked of it.
Spare Parts were on hand...trailer wiring and light components were in tubs in the back...One-Ton is loaded with tools and fluids, drain pans, funnels, and even a floor jack and jack stands with salvaged pieces of half-inch plate for soft ground ....prepared for most any eventuality.
It wasn't all just a lark...this Thousand- Mile Shakedown...no...things were tense at times...but nothing that could not have been overcome with Thinking..and Common Sense..and Sheer Will...
There was the time that I was trying to hurry things up and the temp guage started climbing higher than I had seen it before...
Ambient was over 90 and I was trying to do 65 MPH pulling a trailer loaded with a 5000# machine...
Slow down...pull your head outta yer you-know-what...and turn on the High-Output Heat with the windows down and fan on High...
There...thats working...takes a while to get the needle to move more to the left after it kinda likes and has gotten used to that Right-Of-Center location on the Factory Guage.
Whew...
Then there was that time that One-Ton had loudly pulled a trailer loaded with 7000# of Case 430 up a hill and had to stop at a stop sign and then make a left...not knowing that The Girl had pulled up behind me close enough in the Girl Truck to polish the tailights with a stick and a rag if She felt so inclined...
How many times have I told her not to do that Crap...I don't want to be able to read every durn license plate in front of me when we are stopped in traffic...you are not going to get there any sooner and let the people behind you worry about their spacing at a stoplight...
(sigh...) city habits....
I went to let out the clutch on the hill and go left...and One-Ton protested and tried to choke out...Shooot!!...quick..!!..slide the clutch and rev 'er a$$ and get moving...!!!
I had rolled back a few feet before going forward and I found out later that She might'a finally realized that I was Right All Along....
It worked...One-Ton pulled out and we were on our way to the Highway and the Staging Area five hours drive time away and expecting traffic and the obligatory idiot drivers out there...
When you drive a stick and you know what your clutch and flywheel looks like...having seen it first hand and fondled it from the moment you lift the large pizza-box type carton to the moment you are ready to bolt it on to a freshly-machined and cleaned flywheel that you personally handed over to the machinist and instucted Him to please index, drill dowel holes and install hardened pins to add shear strength to the ARP PP bolts...when you drive a stick unit you sometimes think about your clutch...
That clutch was Fondled and Blessed when it was installed...and this was the first time I had to slide it more than Usual...
It'd be awright...it was built for this...just not too many times...
The firewall on the One-Ton was re-inforced...with the Bronco Graveyard Triple-Throwdown strengthening plate...took a while to do...hadda disassemble down to the bulkhead and fit it into place...not a perfect fit on this one...had to cut it and weld it back together to conform to the contours but it worked out great when I was done...clutch master cylinder confidence all taken care of...biggest hurdle was reading and getting my head around the instructions...but they were good, comprehensive instructions...the project went well...
Then there was that time that I had to stay wired for sound and pay attention...intense attention...to the road...for hours....because the One-Ton needed the front end aligned and the trailer was sporting a little too much tongue weight...lesson learned...
Got the front end set in short order after that and forged ahead...
Then there was that time that I was coasting down hill and It was speeding up and I could not change lanes to get out of an uneven road in-the-middle-of-constuction situation which was making the trailer and 430 fishtail precariously...
Whew...managed that one and stopped for a while at a Rest Stop to Drain a Main Vein and hear the Girl anxiously chatter about my driving...that took a while to calm down...
After all of that and more...at the Staging Area...
So...here I am in the cab...Assuming The Position for the Starting Ritual...
Neutral...left foot poised over the clutch pedal...waiting for the right moment to push...key on and a split second before the Cold Run initiate right foot throttle jab...left hand already feeling up the Glow Plug Nonsense Eliminator Button...counting the seconds...
Jab the throttle and....nothing...no resistance...just a 'pop'...and the fuel pedal hangs half-way to the floor...
***...!!!???....HHM! Gotta be a busted throttle cable...
Pop the hood...look...feel....think...yep...busted...
I have one...and...by some miracle...it is about 50 yards away...
You see...I had figured this would happen...and bought a replacement two years ago...and by some miracle...had the thing close by...
Now...right when I needed it...it is truly a miracle...
You know...there are times when I figure that I must be very fortunate and maybe even meant to do something really Good at some point in the future...the amount of times that I have been in a tight spot and maybe even In Trouble...I have managed to pull through...somehow...
And this is one of those times...or rather...the Thousand-Mile Shakedown was that time and I did not even realize it...
You see...that cable held on just long enough to get US through all of that stuff...hours and hours of intense concentration...couldn't even twist the dials on the radio...I had to change driving hands occasionally...from the cramps of death-gripping the wheel...and finally quit when I was ready and able to fix it in short order...
Good cable...you did well....thank you and I promise to take pictures of you and show the Guys...how well you did...and now you get to quietly retire...with my steadily growing Original Parts Convalescence Center.....you will have a lot of company and can share War Stories with your compatriots...
Not having to fix it on the road...at night...by flashlight...was a realization that re-enforced my belief that I must be on The Right Path....
Good Ol' Truck...Mr. One-Ton....
To be Continued...