Where is everyone #5

Mornin from my kitchen......er, um wife's kitchen.

 

What bothers me most, is the cats that write these test most likely never set in a truck.

And I know some dot folks will pass through and read this somewhere along the line so..... here’s a personal experience of how ignorant some of you can be!!

I was working for R&L drilling at this time. We got all our equipment loaded and headed west out of WV on I-64.....

I was driving a 1998 379 ( N14 @ 525 / 10 spd ) pulling a Talbert beam trailer, loaded with a crane truck which was loaded with drilling equipment.
Roger was driving “Tweetie Bird” our 1976 A model KW ( 290 Cummins / 13 spd ) which had a 1300 CFM Ingersoll Rand Compressor mounted on it, powered by a Cummins BC.

We get to Shelbyville, Kentucky and I enter the scales, roll across the scales and ease on towards the big road. I noticed Roger stopped on the scale ( normal ) but didn’t see him pull on out as I hit the road. So..... I found a wide spot just passed the entrance ramp and waited. After about 10 minutes I see Rodger walking down the edge of the road. I jump out and meet him..... Jim he said, they told me I needed to get my mechanic to fix the steering on that truck, and I told them you was my mechanic ( and I was )! We drive to the next exit, head back east to the next exit and back west to the scale.

After parking I walked to Tweety Bird where I was met by this little blonde rack of bones dot woman. I ask her what the problem is, and she responds..... Sir this steering on this truck is wore out and you need to replace the defected parts before I can release it...., now keep in mind I know this truck like the back of my hand, so I’m shocked that I missed something!!

I ask her to show me what she is speaking of, and when she does.... I’m like hello stupid in my mind lol.

This truck had “hydraulic assist” steering. No not power steering, but hydraulic assist steering, which is Armstrong steering with a hydraulic assists setup to make it easier to steer at low or idle speed. So the drag link is a hydraulic control valve.

I looked at her and said.... ma’am that’s designed that way, the drag link is actually a hydraulic control valve for that hydraulic cylinder you see between the axle and tierod.
I DONT CARE, she said, it’s loose and the book states NO MOVEMENT! She was a prize I tell ya!!!

So I ask her, why do you think there a 4 hydraulic lines coming from that drag link? ( Draglink hooks to the pitman arm on the steering box, to the left front spindle )

I don’t know she said, never seen one like that, but it’s loose and needs fixed! No ma’am it’s not loose, it’s adjusted exactly as it should be, that little bit of movement where it hooks to the pitman arm is a internal valve, left / neutral / right, is all in that little bit of movement. It’s a control valve.....

Longer story shortened up..... I had to adjust all the movement out of the drag link, which ended up blowing the seal before we got it out of the scale. One in front of the Peterbilt I loosened it back up, but it was to late, the damage was done! It never worked right again till we got it back home where I took it off and put all new O-rings in it....

So see..... if it’s not in the book, some of these tards have no clue about what they are dealing with! l Respect the dot for the job they have, but it takes just a few minutes to realize if they have and common sense, and if not..... respect is gone. Just because it’s not in your book, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, think outside the box......


Y’all stay safe out there.....

 

Breakfast finished, now sit and watch the day start with ole Jake. life is good.

 

Was pulling a small oversize stepping east. Went into the scale at HammondLA. Scalemaster asked me what time the sun was setting. I told him that the sun was setting at 723pm and that I would cross the state line at 7:18.

I get to the next scale, on 10, back then it was a joint scale for both Loiusiana and Mississippi. I check in with Mississippi and show them the permit which allowed me 24/7 travel. They have me check in at the Louisiana desk. The woman at that desk was on a power trip.

"I'm writing you a ticket for driving in Loiusiana with an oversized after sundown."
Sundown was at 7:23, I crossed state lines at 7:18.
"You did not clear this scale."
There is nothing on that permit that says that I have to clear a scale that's at milemarker 10 in a different state.
"I DONT CARE, I AM WRITING YOU A TICKET!"
You can write whatever you want. I am not signing anything.
"Then I will take you to jail!"
You have no authority in Mississippi. Goeth intercourse thyself.

She thought about that part and was at a loss. She calls her supervisor. The super asked me what time I crossed the state line. 7:18. He asked Mississippi what time I checked in with them. 7:28. He hands me back all my stuff and tells me to have a nice day. Heiffer has this puzzled look on her face, "what just happened?" Super starts explaining it to her as I am leaving.
Fornicate Under the Command of the King yourself!

For the most part, I never have a problem. I do my homework and I am well prepared. That was the first time where I had someone out to give me a ticket just because. I can understand if they caught me slipping, but not just to be a Hole.

 

Now who do I remember drinks this beer.....oh yeah ! LMAO.

 

You mentioned burning corncobs. My great grandfather Bailey was well known in these parts for his smoked meat. Of the choices he used to smoke / cure meat, corncobs was one of them along with his wood chips. His daughter who raised me ( Winnie ) use to talk about making Hominy. She loved Hominy but me not so much. She spoke of using wood ashes and water mixed to soak the corn in to make their Hominy. She was born in Dec 1918.
I rode in his 32 Ford A pickup many times, wish I could roll back time.....

My other great grandfather used wood ashes and water to soak hides in so the fur would fall out easier.

A lot has changed in just the last 100 years, I can only imagine what the next 50 will bring, inside I mourn for my grandchildren.....

 

I've been thinking a lot about my grandfather lately. We lost him just over a year ago now. My mother and I were just talking about how much knowledge his generation has that is disappearing as they all start to disappear.

I totally get where you're coming from with the grandkids. I'm starting to lean more and more towards not having kids just because its almost borderline child abuse to bring a kid into this world these days.

 

Hunted deer, squirrel, coons, rabbit. Still do now and then. Boy does a little. Trapped muskrat, beaver, fox. Dont even hear of that being done today. Alot has changed in our life span. Didn't know my grand father on my moms side. He was a hard man. Dads side ole gramps was a story teller till his demons caught up to him from the war. Lived his last 15 yrs in vet hospital in Chillicothe Ohio. Just staring at the wall. Lot of good values lost from that generation.

 

Moving right along....