- 3,657
- 27
- 48
- Location
- Dallas, Texas
It's hard to believe this is the 4th major road tip for me in 4 years. I have a friend along this time to help in case anything goes wrong. My friend Jacob, he has a strong back, isn't afraid of adventures, and a keen eye for ladies (you ought to meet his GF), and that combination is always worth something. No she's not coming along.. Not her thing - BUT she does not mind him going off the radar and messing with MVs. See my point. Anyway to make the inro, Jacob is my technology apprentice. He is taking this short break from College and will probably choose from electronics or physics degrees.
OK so there is the quota on smilies. I might need the puke one later in case I have to eat another Chicken Stickie.
http://www.steelsoldiers.com/milita...0-road-trip-food-good-bad-unidentifiable.html
The truck is ready. So, come tomorrow AM we have to load up the truck with parts and goods, drive 80 miles north to Gainesville TX and pick up the sacrificial diesel generator powered lighting trailer, and then head east on TX 380 to I-30 and on into Hot Sptings to the KOA there. Then on to the top secret location in Chester, IL.
This time is different. Instead of visiting previously unexplored repositories of surplus goods, there is a definite special project to be done.
But before this madness begins, a few words from hindsight:
It is forbidden for dragons to fly through the pouring rain at night and smash into my windshield breaking the wiper off. That was OK once but I don't want it to happen again.
It is forbidden for preluber oil hose to come off at a rest stop and for old people in $300K motorhomes to park in the resulting oil slick, and subsequently scowl at my truck.
It is forbidden for the top alternator ear to break off while replacing fan belts and tightening the bolt.
It is forbidden for me to leave a switch on and drain the batteries overnight.
It is forbidden for me to imagine the engine is making strange noises while driving at 3 AM in the middle of nowhere. (It is also forbidden for the engine to make real noises that are new. And the rest of the truck and trailer is hereby put on notice as well especially the transmission.)
It is forbidden for the turbo oil return pipe seal to leak and generously spew oil
everywhere. I had no idea the huge volume of oil passing through that. It's a 1" pipe for a reason.
It is forbidden for me to get lost at night somewhere in the forest on a 2-lane road and stop to check the maps only to hear the banjo music from "Deliverance" eerily being played in the darkness, accompanied by weird squealing noises.
It is forbidden for the exhaust manifold gasket to blow out at 2 AM when I am leaving a truck stop in a mountainous area, leaving me with less boost and a cab full of fumes.
It is forbidden for Satan or his pals including those like Mr. Murphy to ride along, as the truck and occupants belong to Jesus. Totally seriously. So bug off!
I realize that my authority to forbid these kinds of things may be questioned by some, but I pray earnestly for success including the whole project just the same. Some care is in order. Ask and you shall receive. Great adventures don't just happen, or do they? Will this one be great? Who knows. Let's find out.
No doubt, many excellent adventures lie in wait along the open roads for those who will take them.
So let the fun begin.
OK so there is the quota on smilies. I might need the puke one later in case I have to eat another Chicken Stickie.
http://www.steelsoldiers.com/milita...0-road-trip-food-good-bad-unidentifiable.html
The truck is ready. So, come tomorrow AM we have to load up the truck with parts and goods, drive 80 miles north to Gainesville TX and pick up the sacrificial diesel generator powered lighting trailer, and then head east on TX 380 to I-30 and on into Hot Sptings to the KOA there. Then on to the top secret location in Chester, IL.
This time is different. Instead of visiting previously unexplored repositories of surplus goods, there is a definite special project to be done.
But before this madness begins, a few words from hindsight:
It is forbidden for dragons to fly through the pouring rain at night and smash into my windshield breaking the wiper off. That was OK once but I don't want it to happen again.
It is forbidden for preluber oil hose to come off at a rest stop and for old people in $300K motorhomes to park in the resulting oil slick, and subsequently scowl at my truck.
It is forbidden for the top alternator ear to break off while replacing fan belts and tightening the bolt.
It is forbidden for me to leave a switch on and drain the batteries overnight.
It is forbidden for me to imagine the engine is making strange noises while driving at 3 AM in the middle of nowhere. (It is also forbidden for the engine to make real noises that are new. And the rest of the truck and trailer is hereby put on notice as well especially the transmission.)
It is forbidden for the turbo oil return pipe seal to leak and generously spew oil
everywhere. I had no idea the huge volume of oil passing through that. It's a 1" pipe for a reason.
It is forbidden for me to get lost at night somewhere in the forest on a 2-lane road and stop to check the maps only to hear the banjo music from "Deliverance" eerily being played in the darkness, accompanied by weird squealing noises.
It is forbidden for the exhaust manifold gasket to blow out at 2 AM when I am leaving a truck stop in a mountainous area, leaving me with less boost and a cab full of fumes.
It is forbidden for Satan or his pals including those like Mr. Murphy to ride along, as the truck and occupants belong to Jesus. Totally seriously. So bug off!
I realize that my authority to forbid these kinds of things may be questioned by some, but I pray earnestly for success including the whole project just the same. Some care is in order. Ask and you shall receive. Great adventures don't just happen, or do they? Will this one be great? Who knows. Let's find out.
No doubt, many excellent adventures lie in wait along the open roads for those who will take them.
So let the fun begin.