1st BAD bump day
This morning, I had a Freightliner (sprinter / mercedes) to work on first thing and decided to drive Darlin. As per usual, she fired right up and was chompin at the bit to roll. Headed off to the job enjoying the drive and just down right being proud of my old Ford.
Got to the job without incident. While I was there, I diagnosed his problem and managed to sell him on a secondary isolated charging system for his inverter only (he's powering a roof air from an inverter). His vehicle was once an ambulance and has the bracket for a second alternator. I crawled under and found that a 3g would mount easily, so I got measurements for wire, belt and prices (going to run a fully isolated secondary charging system via a relay that he can switch off if needed). Nice sell, blower motor, glow plugs, glow plug controller, VC reseal and possibly a couple other minor repairs.
I was feeling pretty good about how the day was starting out as I had the customer sign his invoice and headed back to Darlin. Darlin had help me make a sell and life was good
Fired the old gal up and eased off the clutch at idle as I always do, eased my way down the alley behind the customer's house and headed off to one of those places that turn folding money into flammable corn squeezins. Feeling good and feeling extremely proud of Darlin, she had made a sell and she was turnin a couple heads here and there at low revs, just toolin down the road.
Stopped in at the station, fed her a lil juice and headed back out. Pulled out onto the highway, shifted into second a little early (which I tend to do when just cruisin with no real need to even do the speed limit). Got down on the skinny pedal for a second to take the smile off of the face of a feller laughing and pointing at my pride and joy. She broke loose and sounded off like a FORD. Face went slack, pointing finer fell limp along with the arm it was attached to. I'd achieved my goal and backed out of the throttle and slid her back to 3rd gear.
Ahead, the traffic light was red and I was preparing to downshift back to second when it turned green. The truck at the light took off harsh and squatted his lil chevy bumper to the pavement. The truck was an 05 (ish) chevy 2500 work truck, with a ladder rack, a pile of garbage plumbing in the back and a big ole toilet sign on the side and tail gate. As he throttled off, I realized he was going to be leaving fast enough for me to not have to downshift.
I just kept her right off idle and drove through the light. Right as I crossed under the light, a four foot length of white PVC (4" sch 80........... YES, 80!) bounced out of the chevy, hit the pavement on end and immediately sprung into the air in a high speed cart-wheel. I hit the brakes and got her down to 2nd gear, ready to take the turf lane if needed as this droning chunk of white PVC found it's way back to earth. It hit the ground right in front of me, then went right back up into the air. As it passed over me, I wasn't able to track it, but could hear the collision as itcame down behind me in the adjacent lane, and landed smack onto the hood and windshield of a late challenger. The challenger was in the next lane, traveling the same direction as me and it caught the worst of what a flying sewer pipe could likely do. Unknown to me at this point is where the pipe is, or what it's doing.
Sadly I found out. The pipe landed YET AGAIN right in front of the truck, this time tracing the grill as it went to the pavement. What happened from that point to the next I can't say. Even if I had x-ray vision, I doubt I could fathom what happened. The pipe came up UNDER the hood, into the fan. The fan bent outward and drew a 1 inch deep smile into the radiator. How it got from there to it's next point of attack, I don't know, but it managed to get it's self wedged in between my exhaust and steering shaft.
The steering shaft bent harshly and tore the rag joint as if it were rice paper. Now I have steam all over the windshield and no steering. Luckily by this point, I couldn't have been doing 5mph. I stopped her there in the road, popped the hood and stood there a second, dumb founded by the sight of the horror under my hood.
Once I got my wits about me, I decided to wrap a 4000lb test pull tape around the knuckle end of the steering shaft and it's mating buddy to the steering gear. After a couple inches of layered wrap, I tried the wheel and sure enough I could steer. I had about a full round of "slack" but I could get her out of the road. I then went back to the engine bay and bent the fan back away from the radiator (man these critters are tough stuff. it didn't have any desire what so ever,, to return to anything closer to the engine).
Closed the hood and tried to fire her back up. "Click" ............ loudest sound in the world! (fellow gun people know the reference). Didn't even bother to check it out. I climbed back out, and started pushing her, got up a little speed, jumped in held the clutch, yanked her in gear and popped the clutch. Music! She lives!
Drove the ole gal into the Kangaroo parking lot, shut her down and called for a wrecker. To add insult to injury, I have two tow trucks and access to seven more, but no means to get to a single one of them. I had to let someone else hall my precious Darlin. This is the first time she's ever been on a wrecker for anything other than hauling her to where I was dropping off my wrecker, so I could drive her back home.
My beer's salty and watered down, my heart's broken, but she's not totaled and I managed to avoid getting into a collision with another vehicle.
I don't have a spare radiator as I'd just donated my only spare to another's build. Guess I'll have to drive 48 miles to "borrow" one from the F350.
I do have a complete steering setup as I'd just yesterday swapped the column from the 70 into Darlin. I'll have to put her original, half dead column back in. Just need to get another new rag joint. I don't yet know the condition of the steering gear, but luckily, the 70 still has one.
I don't have a fan, and was planning an electric swap, so I guess that got moved up on the time line.
Trouble is, I'm flat broke and I'm going to have to let my precious sit
Frank
Darlin 69 Ranger 390 4v, PS, DS II, disc front, 3G alternator, 67 mirror.