7 thoughts on “Man’s eternal burden, laying upon the ground to fix something…”
No kidding.
Back when I drove junk, I had to lay on the ice and snow to replace a starter that croaked when I was out and about and replace a timing chain in my truck, in the snow (at least it was in my driveway)
I had to do a front U Joint on my 64 Ford Falcon Window Van on the side of the freeway once in a huge snow storm just South of Salem Oregon. I was moving from Coos bay to Portland and the thing had great big wide slicks on the back and no chains. There was a foot of snow in Coos Bay when I left. My brother was with me and he had a Skin Diver’s suit with him.
I put the jacket on and went at it.
By the time I got done and got up to Wilsonville, they announced they were closing the freeway.
I said BFYTW and drove right past their barricade onto I 205 and plowed that dirty bitch with those slicks all the way to my Parents house.
I remember driving merrily along on I-80 one winter, surprised that there was no other traffic. It seems that after I got on the highway, they announced that it would be closing – so I had it all to myself.
I have since moved south, and I probably have lost all my winter driving skills.
I’ve always defined adventure as hell to live through, but you can talk about it for the rest of your life. Mine was a ’63 Ford van with the gutless 144 straight six. Gas gauge was dead and I ran out of gas on the I-5 interstate bridge in about 1973 or 4. Luckily I had a gallon can in back, but it was a bit dicey blocking a lane of traffic and trying to get that thing lit again. When I finally worked up the ambition to troubleshoot the gas gauge, I discovered that it had just come unplugged under the dash. Plugged it back in and it worked just fine.
Oh man that brings back memories. I replaced a radiator in a 70 Nova while it snowed at a Howard Johnson’s parking lot. God bless the sweet waitress that brought me a coffee during the ordeal.
Had to do a clutch in my ’67 Camaro.
No fun at all. Good thing I was young and stoopid then (as opposed to OLD and stoopid now…)
Helped my dad do a brake job on a 67 Ford station wagon after locking it up on a trip back from Florida. Found a wrecking yard, pulled parts and proceeded on the break job during a snow storm. Finished up after the temp dropped to 0 that night and afterwards experiencing my first cup of coffee. I was only around 9 at the time. Ummmm coffee.
No kidding.
Back when I drove junk, I had to lay on the ice and snow to replace a starter that croaked when I was out and about and replace a timing chain in my truck, in the snow (at least it was in my driveway)
I had to do a front U Joint on my 64 Ford Falcon Window Van on the side of the freeway once in a huge snow storm just South of Salem Oregon. I was moving from Coos bay to Portland and the thing had great big wide slicks on the back and no chains. There was a foot of snow in Coos Bay when I left. My brother was with me and he had a Skin Diver’s suit with him.
I put the jacket on and went at it.
By the time I got done and got up to Wilsonville, they announced they were closing the freeway.
I said BFYTW and drove right past their barricade onto I 205 and plowed that dirty bitch with those slicks all the way to my Parents house.
I remember driving merrily along on I-80 one winter, surprised that there was no other traffic. It seems that after I got on the highway, they announced that it would be closing – so I had it all to myself.
I have since moved south, and I probably have lost all my winter driving skills.
I’ve always defined adventure as hell to live through, but you can talk about it for the rest of your life. Mine was a ’63 Ford van with the gutless 144 straight six. Gas gauge was dead and I ran out of gas on the I-5 interstate bridge in about 1973 or 4. Luckily I had a gallon can in back, but it was a bit dicey blocking a lane of traffic and trying to get that thing lit again. When I finally worked up the ambition to troubleshoot the gas gauge, I discovered that it had just come unplugged under the dash. Plugged it back in and it worked just fine.
Oh man that brings back memories. I replaced a radiator in a 70 Nova while it snowed at a Howard Johnson’s parking lot. God bless the sweet waitress that brought me a coffee during the ordeal.
Had to do a clutch in my ’67 Camaro.
No fun at all. Good thing I was young and stoopid then (as opposed to OLD and stoopid now…)
Helped my dad do a brake job on a 67 Ford station wagon after locking it up on a trip back from Florida. Found a wrecking yard, pulled parts and proceeded on the break job during a snow storm. Finished up after the temp dropped to 0 that night and afterwards experiencing my first cup of coffee. I was only around 9 at the time. Ummmm coffee.