- Joined
- Nov 30, 2001
- Messages
- 6,924
- Reaction score
- 514
- Points
- 113
- Location
- Gnaw Bone, Indiana
- Vehicle Year
- 2007
- Make / Model
- Toyota
- Engine Size
- 4.0
- Transmission
- Manual
So I'm tired, it's dusk, I feel nasty and tired after a weekend of camping, the 2 year old is right next to me and has been screaming for about the whole 5 hours and I want to get home. I've got my skid loader, my back hoe and two quads on the trailer and a whole 8' bed filled with tools, gear and camping equipment. My family of 6 is in the truck and the cab is packed too. I don't know what all this weighs but it's got to be around 14,000#. So we're blasting down the road about 77mph (just left Louisville where it's 55 for a long stretch and really packed)--traffic is running 75 and I am slowly passing everyone. I'm about to go past a semi and a car behind it decides to pass at the last second. I was watching so I ease off a little, but I'm a little pissed he waited so long so I'm a little too close. Then suddenly someone up ahead slams on their brakes and the car in front of my is on them hard too and I had to slam on mine--I was 100% sure I was going to wipe at least that guy out. I can't say enough about that Prodigy controller and a functioning set of trailer brakes. I smoked them fawkers (not the tires--it didn't skid) and I haven't smoked a set of trailer brakes since I was pulling howitzers. If I had a shitty $40 time-delay controller, or a lesser truck, I would have went through about 20 little cars like a bowling ball through pins.
So I'm glad I don't half-ass things. When you're having moments of stupidy your prior proper planning gives you a chance to prevent a catastrophically bad day.
So I'm glad I don't half-ass things. When you're having moments of stupidy your prior proper planning gives you a chance to prevent a catastrophically bad day.