Well I now have 4 non running trucks in the infirmary. Spooky (which needs to be finished), a 95 Suburban that needs head gaskets, a 94 S10 Blazer whose transmission shit the bed (again) and my neighbors 98 S10 that blew a rear main seal yesterday while I was driving to pickup Heath from his first day of school. The 655k S10 pickup is still plodding along like a good plow horse.
I did get released from the doc on Wednesday to do light work. That includes head gaskets and transmission removals right?
I moved Spooky yesterday (dragged it backwards with the 95 Suburban. I swear if I had a huge tank for water I could drive it anywhere) and mowed where it had been sitting with my 74 Gravley on its lowest setting. Think of 2 day stubble short. Then put the replacement tarp up on the frame for the old tent building that a tree fell on. It wasn't easy, but I did it.
Dropped a brand new Zippo somewhere while doing it. Can't find it anywhere.
I had called about a 95 Suburban that I was going to use for parts. We went to look at it last night.
We needed gas and I needed to fill the tractor can so we stopped at QuikTrip. We left and hit the interstate. On the ramp I heard something, but didn't see anything that would have made the noise. When I got on 85 a woman in an orange SUV pulled up next to me and said something flew off my truck. I looked at the dash and my heart sunk. Like a complete fool I had laid my wallet - complete with $1000 cash - on the roof.
I snatched the truck to the shoulder, slammed it in reverse and smoked tires backwards. Soon I realized that I could not back to the ramp, nor could I walk because there was literally no shoulder on a bridge.
First gear, clutch dumped, many many laws broken, 2 miles to the next ramp ( solid cement barricade in the center 6 feet tall) raced to the south bound ramp and then played Formula One back to exit 17. There in the center of the on ramp was my wallet, all its contents in tact. If I ever see that orange SUV again I will run if off the road and hug that woman till her eyeballs fall out.
Turns out the suburban was a POS. Full of cigs front to rear. NO spark, blown apart exhaust. NO GO. Maybe if I had another runner, but not now.
I checked yesterday and the baby birds are gone from thenest under spookys battery tray so I won't feel bad about yanking it out and working on the truck.
Now I have to go out and put the hitch back on the 95 so I can go down in the field and get my big trailer to put the 98 S10 up on as a redneck lift. Much easier than crawling on the ground.
