or it's not just a Basket they
put Chianti Wine Bottles In!
Like I said, we came back to tow the truck away from the
fueling pumps. When we arrived, the truck was gone and
moved into the most isolated part of the truck stop lest
it burn to the frame. My gut reaction was that it was
going to be a grand to get it out of an impound yard,
but luckily I touched
base with the truck stop manager beforehand and she had
a little sympathy and must have been feeling good that
her entire truck stop didn't go up Sylvester Stallone
Demolition Man style.
Paris my right hand man
and I checked the fuses and different points with a
light tester. What happened is that someone cut the
protective coating on the main cable from the battery to
the engine, which welded to the frame. At dusk, we went
back to the camp site. When I arrived back, the self
proclaimed @$$hole of a mayor wanted ten dollars a day
for us to be there because we've overstayed our welcome.
This new news stirred me up enough to want to get out of
there as soon as possible.
This time I took all of the male crew thinking our
collective minds could figure it out. The only problem
is that we would have the intellect of Schlitze, lol.
However, Paris did trace back to the battery and that
the major short melted the negative post of the battery.
So, I was off to the auto parts store, O'Reilys, since
they're under warranty (until JULY) hoping that would
solve all our problems. I got the battery back. When I
turned the key for the glow plugs to engage, the glow
plugs would engage but not disengage in 15 seconds. Our
collective minds worked on it for two hours and we were
stumped. The problem was nothing we were going to be
able to solve. I was hoping we hadn't fried the starter,
alternator, the fuses, the wiring harness, and the
computer on the truck.
We hooked up the tow
chain and tried to tow it around the truck stop to no
avail. I decided to tow it 30 miles and find someone who
could look at it, if I had to hire a tow truck, it
would cost me another grand. My right hand man said
"towing a dead semi with a half ton isn't the brightest
of ideas" especially since the brakes only work
when the engine is on.
You know me,
I decided I was going to
tow it anyway, a dead truck at the truck stop
wasn't going to get us anywhere anyway. I remember a
shop that was open across from a livestock yard it was
open on Saturday. I told Paris we were going to make
this stop on the phone before he smashes into the back
of my pickup. To make it worse, it was pouring down
rain. As I pulled the truck into the mechanics shop, it
was really hard to stop. Luckily it was an uphill
driveway that slowed the semi. In that pouring rain, a
guy named Jesse came out and asked if we needed any
help. I knew right then I found the guy who would solve
The mechanics shop turned out to be a chopper shop where
they fixed Harley Davidson motorcycles full of bearded
burly bikers. I asked the Jesse, if he could fix
diesels. He said, Of course I can fix diesels. I grew
up as a farm boy in Iowa. He got wires out of a tool
box and a test light and went to work in the pouring
rain. This amazed me that someone would be out there
trying to fix my problem in the pouring rain. It was
late Saturday and I opened Tuesday. Jesse was a godsend
and he was working vigorously to solve our problem. I
had an appointment in five minutes to have a tattoo
three blocks up the street while they were shoving
needles in my arm at 110 per second, which ironically
didn't hurt a bit after the outlining.
I have a mind like
steel. It's like mind over matter. If you don't have a
mind, it doesn't matter. Lol
When I was in the middle of getting the shrunken head
tattoo, the tattooist wife came in to told me that
my wife called and said they had the truck fixed. In
fact, I saw it drive by while I was in the chair. So, I
had the truck fixed and was getting my first tattoo. It
was good day.
I knew I wasn't going to
blow another fair.
When I asked him how
much we owe him. He said, $100... would that be too
much? It would have been five times that in the
city if I could find someone that would have fixed it.
It was about
two hours later when I
that the only
thing that was wrong with the truck was the battery
cable from the negative post had fallen off.
While my tattoo was
healing, we got the three trucks and trailers together
and drove a couple hundred miles combined through
tumultuous thunder and rain. We're 225 miles from our
destination and we're waiting for it to cool down so
that we don't blow tires in the heat.
More updates from this explosive July 4th extravaganza
as we shoot our loads.