I think I was the "younger member" who made the post about the people on here coming from all walks of life, but I am not really that young. I'm 35 years young altough sometimes I feel like I'm 50.
Yep, you were the inspiration for this
and by "younger" I was referring to length of time on the forum. I actually started hanging around this crowd before my 19th birthday, but that was back in 2000 when everyone was on ford-diesel.com (which later became TDS, before the First Great Migration of 2005).
Cool stories!!
keep 'em up!!
My love affair with diesels began around age 13. I had joined this youth boating program, and our primary vessel was a 65' single-screw former prison transport named
Warden Johnston (can anyone guess where my handle came from?
). At first, I simply thought the boat sounded cool, but at age 15 or so, I decided to expand my horizons and asked to be transferred from deck to engineering. That's where I really came to appreciate the simplicity, raw power, and overall "coolness" of the 1940's vintage 2-valve 6-71 main engine. One of the coolest things (I thought at the time) about that boat was that it didn't have controls in the wheelhouse for the engine. Instead, there was an EOT that would signal a kid in "the pit" to put the gearbox in Forward, Neutral, or Reverse, and to set the engine RPM accordingly with how fast the captain wanted to go. We had that boat until 1998, when we replaced it with an 82' former Coast Guard cutter that had 2 Cummins 1710 V-12's
and bridge controls
My time's limited because of work, but I still volunteer with them when I can...
That's what really got the diesel bug growing within me. I fell in love with the '94-'02 body Dodge trucks after seeing "Twister", and after reading about the truck in general and the Cummins engine in particular, my desire for one only solidified. In fact, I still want one someday. However, the first diesel I ever drove in a land vehicle was actually a Ford. The older members probably know this story, but the newer ones probably don't.
I had previously tried to learn how to drive a clutch in my aunt's Geo Metro, to the amusement of my dad and my uncle (hey, have YOU ever seen a Geo Metro peel out?
), and my uncle decided that he'd let me try to drive his F-250 if I could eat a small selection from his plate of liver & onions
. In spite of however many hours at the helm of the boat and about 10 hours logged in Piper Cherokees at the time, at age 15 (in 1996), this was only the third time I'd ever been behind the wheel of a car. When I finished that day, I didn't even know what "6.9l" meant, but I had learned how forgiving diesels are to manual-transmission novices, and I knew immediately that I wanted that truck someday.
Unfortunately, that day was to come far sooner than I would have ever imagined. On April 30th, 2001, I came home to find an urgent message to call my dad immediately. My uncle, and one of my favorite people in the world, had suffered a sudden fatal heart attack while still in the cab of his tractor-trailer at work. He was only 50. It's been over 8 years now, and I'm still getting a bit misty-eyed typing this. When my aunt decided to give the truck to me, I decided then and there that I would do everything possible to keep it alive as a tribute to my uncle...and, while I've been through just about every bit of it since, the truck's still there and she's still on the road. I think my uncle would be proud...either that or he's sitting there laughing at all the effort I've put in
Ironically, this truck has always been in the family, but it's never gone to a blood-relative. My uncle's step-father purchased the truck new in October 1983, and he sold it to my uncle (who was married to my dad's sister) sometime in the early to mid '90's.
So, there's my sob-story...sorry for rambling on so much. BTW, the truck is actually my second 6.9l; I had previously owned an '84 E-350 van with a 6.9l...I bought it in 2000 and sold it in 2002 after getting the truck. I've actually never paid money for a gasoline-powered vehicle; both of my first two cars (a '74 Bug and a '65 Chevelle) were family hand-me-downs, and I haven't owned a gas-powered vehicle since.
Thanks for listening....and keep the stories coming!!