Do Most Big Rigs Have Turbo Chargers?

Oh, MaN!
I don't know how to break the news to you, but, ................. those "pickers" we're needin' ain't fer the harvest.
Nope.

We need more guitar players. :smt035:smt100

 

Most of my experience has been in the great state of Fla. and started in a '79 General with a 238 & 10 speed and for what we did was a great setup. When you would change injectors and play around with the fuel pump magical things would happen. Now most of Fla. is flat, so that is a big difference compared to the rest of the country. When you can get 550-600 boxes (49,500-54,000 lbs. of fruit) going 75-80, what's to hate. The biggest advantage was the fact it is smoother power compared to 4 stroke, and in sugarsand that could make the difference between going down the road or waiting on the hook.

 

I have a copy of Gordon White's "Offenhauser" autographed by the author in 1996 when the book was published. Here is a quote from page 167: "The Besasie Engineering Corporation built an exhaust-driven supercharger for Chevrolet engines in 1939 and it remained a Chevy hop-up item into the 1940s, but the design was not adopted by racing mechanics. During World War II turbos had been used on engines such as the Wright R-3350 radial that powered the B-29 bomber and later the DC-7 and Super Constellation airliners.

Continuing to quote Gordon White: "As we have seen, the 1952 Cummins Diesel was turbocharged. In the 1960s turbos were used chiefly in high-performance small aircraft piston engines and diesel trucks. ...(with turbos) engine lubrication is critical, and in the 1970s some (race car) owners - Dan Gurney for one - had Drake make special crankcases with two oil pumps. Most of the late (Offy) turbo (crank) cases were, in fact, double-pumpers."

 

Very interesting.
Thanx!

 

I kind of think the grapes are growing heavy again. They are just about ready.

[FONT=arial, helvetica]The decay spreads over the State, and the sweet smell is a great sorrow on the land. Men who can graft the trees and make the seed fertile and big can find no way to let the hungry people eat their produce. Men who have created new fruits in the world cannot create a system whereby their fruits may be eaten. And the failure hangs over the State like a great sorrow. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit—and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]And the smell of rot fills the country. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth. [/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificates—died of malnutrition—because the food must rot, must be forced to rot.[/FONT]
[FONT=arial, helvetica]The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quicklime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.[/FONT]

 

Ain't that the truth.