- Joined
- Sep 22, 2007
- Messages
- 13,987
- City
- Michigan
- Vehicle Year
- 1987
- Engine
- 2.9 V6
- Transmission
- Manual
- My credo
- A legend to the old man, a hero to the child...
*WARNING*
Long piss and moan session to follow...
-11 when i got back to the shop yesterday. After breaking a crossover pipe on trailer landing gear (milk tanker) trying to dolly down frozen landing gear. I spent 20 minutes trying to get them to move just so i could waste another 30 pulling the trailer back, after waiting at the dairy for 2 hours cause there washers were all frozen.
Finally hop in my old 77 to head home, ol gal has never failed me, ever. Well, yesterday was the day. Went out, pumped the throttle twice, nothing but some popping and sputtering. Kept pumping, (it wasnt flooded), same thing. Go get booster box (luckly i was at the shop), hooked that up, shot it with ether, STILL nothing. Spent 40 minutes trying to get the damn thing started just so i could end up burning up the starter (hope thats all that got screwed), and get a ride home anyways.
My 460 started, thank the lord. Cause i figurred if anything would make this day worse, itd be that f'in thing.
Woke up about an hr ahead of schedule this mornin, headed to the shop, since its this cold (-18) bossman let all the trucks idle all night. Hop in my trusty ol cummins powered steed, just to pull outta the driveway and have it bog out and almost die. Called boss, backed trailer back into drive, had to unhook trailer (same trailer from yesterday), spent 30 minutes trying to dolly it down in low gear (wouldnt budge in hi, assuming the grease inside was about solid), couldnt get it. Ended up setting the trailer on blocks, to unhook my truck, hop in another, hook up again, just so i could get to the farm, where BOTH bay doors (drive thru) were frozen solid, couldnt get them open. Set said trailer on same blocks in driveway.
Went to hop out of the truck im driving (pete 579), no grab handle on outside (yay for aerodynamics), begin to slip on ice in driveway, grab for non existant handle (my 386 pete has a handle), fell right square on my shoulder/elbow/head, (woulda killed 10 lesser men). Just so i could get to the dairy 10 minutes before the appt cut off time.
And now i sit here with frozen washers again as the cycle repeats.
Mother nature can piss off.
Long piss and moan session to follow...
-11 when i got back to the shop yesterday. After breaking a crossover pipe on trailer landing gear (milk tanker) trying to dolly down frozen landing gear. I spent 20 minutes trying to get them to move just so i could waste another 30 pulling the trailer back, after waiting at the dairy for 2 hours cause there washers were all frozen.
Finally hop in my old 77 to head home, ol gal has never failed me, ever. Well, yesterday was the day. Went out, pumped the throttle twice, nothing but some popping and sputtering. Kept pumping, (it wasnt flooded), same thing. Go get booster box (luckly i was at the shop), hooked that up, shot it with ether, STILL nothing. Spent 40 minutes trying to get the damn thing started just so i could end up burning up the starter (hope thats all that got screwed), and get a ride home anyways.
My 460 started, thank the lord. Cause i figurred if anything would make this day worse, itd be that f'in thing.
Woke up about an hr ahead of schedule this mornin, headed to the shop, since its this cold (-18) bossman let all the trucks idle all night. Hop in my trusty ol cummins powered steed, just to pull outta the driveway and have it bog out and almost die. Called boss, backed trailer back into drive, had to unhook trailer (same trailer from yesterday), spent 30 minutes trying to dolly it down in low gear (wouldnt budge in hi, assuming the grease inside was about solid), couldnt get it. Ended up setting the trailer on blocks, to unhook my truck, hop in another, hook up again, just so i could get to the farm, where BOTH bay doors (drive thru) were frozen solid, couldnt get them open. Set said trailer on same blocks in driveway.
Went to hop out of the truck im driving (pete 579), no grab handle on outside (yay for aerodynamics), begin to slip on ice in driveway, grab for non existant handle (my 386 pete has a handle), fell right square on my shoulder/elbow/head, (woulda killed 10 lesser men). Just so i could get to the dairy 10 minutes before the appt cut off time.
And now i sit here with frozen washers again as the cycle repeats.
Mother nature can piss off.