Farmun
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Have decided to call our Deuce "Whistlin' Dixie" because of the whistling turbo. (If it's not a whistler, then I would hate to listen to one that is for 150+ miles.)
Got to Redstone, checked in at Gate 3, and was given directions to the GL Office. We decided that the guards there had too much time on their hands, because they told us the wrong road to take. Oh well, we didn't end up on the artillery range, so all's good.
Finally got to the Deuce, and the guy showing us the truck jumped in it, hit the accessory switch, buzzing heard loudly. Yippeee !!! The truck didn't start this first time, but fired right up on try number 2. We gave it a quick run-down, I drove it around the lot a little, checking brakes, steering, lights, and any loud noises - all was good so we headed to Wally-World for a closer inspection.
Checked tire pressures up front, oil level, tranny/t-case fluids, coolant and removed the cargo cover. Slurped down a gatorade, and me my son donned the earmuffs and hit the road about noon. Now's where things get interesting. I had a GPS hooked to the laptop in the chase truck, but my chasers didn't like it, and eventually turned it off, after a few choice words and threats to send it out the window. Anyway, we finally, and I mean finally get out of Huntsville onto Hwy 53. (What's up with the road signage in Alabama anyway?)
Easy cruising to Ardmore, stopped for a sandwich. Back on the road to Pulaski, and my son starts dozing off. I poke him a little and ask, well more like motioning to him with our version of sign language, if he wants to ride in the chase truck. He keeps giving me the thumbs up, and grinning real big, so we keep rolling along. Bust through Columbia, and on to Dickson for ice cream at the Dairy Queen. Take the scenic route to Ashland City, and home we arrive at around 18:00 hours.
Here's a few pictures, I'll get more posted later, once I actually get time at home during the daylight. Thanks to all, who offered assistance (glad none was needed), and thanks to the admin and developers of this website. You guys are great. !!!!!
Got to Redstone, checked in at Gate 3, and was given directions to the GL Office. We decided that the guards there had too much time on their hands, because they told us the wrong road to take. Oh well, we didn't end up on the artillery range, so all's good.
Finally got to the Deuce, and the guy showing us the truck jumped in it, hit the accessory switch, buzzing heard loudly. Yippeee !!! The truck didn't start this first time, but fired right up on try number 2. We gave it a quick run-down, I drove it around the lot a little, checking brakes, steering, lights, and any loud noises - all was good so we headed to Wally-World for a closer inspection.
Checked tire pressures up front, oil level, tranny/t-case fluids, coolant and removed the cargo cover. Slurped down a gatorade, and me my son donned the earmuffs and hit the road about noon. Now's where things get interesting. I had a GPS hooked to the laptop in the chase truck, but my chasers didn't like it, and eventually turned it off, after a few choice words and threats to send it out the window. Anyway, we finally, and I mean finally get out of Huntsville onto Hwy 53. (What's up with the road signage in Alabama anyway?)
Easy cruising to Ardmore, stopped for a sandwich. Back on the road to Pulaski, and my son starts dozing off. I poke him a little and ask, well more like motioning to him with our version of sign language, if he wants to ride in the chase truck. He keeps giving me the thumbs up, and grinning real big, so we keep rolling along. Bust through Columbia, and on to Dickson for ice cream at the Dairy Queen. Take the scenic route to Ashland City, and home we arrive at around 18:00 hours.
Here's a few pictures, I'll get more posted later, once I actually get time at home during the daylight. Thanks to all, who offered assistance (glad none was needed), and thanks to the admin and developers of this website. You guys are great. !!!!!
) and they though it was cool. I guess you either love them, or you hate them. Not much in between.