What a way to end the year.
This morning I got up early because the aluminum had to go to the smelter. Steph got up before I did and was in the kitchen when I staggered in. The coffee pot had about a inch of coffee in it so I grabbed it and dumped it out in the sink while Steph was babbling some kind of jibberish that had the word no in it. I thought she was talking to Heath. I looked back at the coffee maker to find coffee all over the counter. She had started a pot, but didn't turn the burner on so I thought it was yesterdays leftovers. Yeesh.
While drinking my first cut I called the smelter. He was out of town. He forgot to text me. The rain had him a day behind too.
So I had another cup and did my exercises. And the phone rang. It was my elderly neighbor. Her son had told her that there was a home invasion down the road from us and she wanted me to keep an eye on her house.
I decided to ride down the road to see if I could see anything since the news was silent on the issue.
I hopped in Christine and went to the end of the road. I didn't see anything so I made a U turn and headed back. As I shifted into second there was a metallic pop and then nothing. I coasted to the side of the road and called Steph to come get me with the BlueOx. I knew the clutch was going so I wasn't concerned.
She go there and I took my 40 foot long tow strap and put it thru one of the tow bar mounts on Christine’s bumper, she ran it thru the pintle hitch on the Ox then I put the other end in the other tow mount. She go the strap hung in the pintle and it was jammed in there so that we couldn't release it to get the strap out. I told her to go ahead and pull me and would get it out at home. There was about 4 feet of slack in one side of the strap.
Going down a steep hill I held the brakes on Christine and all of a sudden BANG my head hit the back window and I was seeing stars. I called her on the radio and told her to stop so I could get my bearings. The strap got unhung and the 4 feet of slack became a weapon of mass headaches. I am surprised it did not break the back glass.
We got home and unhooked Christine in the driveway and left it. There was no great hurry to get the clutch replaced so I decided to try to get the industrial dishwasher apart so the stainless could go to the scrap yard and I would have a little more money.
3 bolts in and my phone rang. It was my friend Grady. He wanted to know if there was a back way to come home from Hickory ( he doesn’t know his way around anything but main roads) because he had a bad wheel bearing. I told him to stop and I would come get him before an easy fairly cheap repair became a big fiasco.
It took me about 30 minutes to get there and get him on the tow dolly. Then he, his wife Mary, and dog Shandy clambered aboard the BlueOx express and we headed home.
I wanted to drop his truck at my house before I took them home because they live on a dead end street. So once it was in the yard and unhooked we left again. They had to return a couple of movies to Family Video so I stopped and Grady ran in.
As I started to pull out it appeared that someone had directed all the traffic in NC down Hwy 150 in Lincolnton. I guess it is New Years traffic. Since I wasn't going to be able to make a left turn out of the parking lot, I checked my mirrors and backed up to turn around. BOOM while I was sitting there someone came and erected a wooden utility pole behind the BlueOx. Honest, that is my story and I am sticking too it.
I didn’t' think it could have done any damage because it was such a low speed hit. I figured the bumper had a ding in it and just went on to take them home.
I got out at Grady's house and looked and it was a little more severe than I expected. The bumper was rusted almost through. Evidently the chrome was the only part that was still holding together. The bumper folded in the center and the drivers side of it smashed the back corner of the truck. Fortunately Grady is my body guy. He said he would fix it and I went on.
At 430 I pulled back in my driveway and Steph and I got to work jockeying vehicles around in order to get both Christine and his Exploder to where I could work on them.
The only thing holding his front end together was the brake rotor and caliper. The wheel bearing fell apart. It did take me forever to get the CV axle out of the hub though. I will be grinding the end back down to get the nut back on it I kind of mushroomed it a bit.
With his truck apart I turned my attention to Christine. Rolling around on the cold ground with a droplight was not a fun way to work. At 745 I had the clutch laying on the ground. The spring fingers on the pressure plate were all bent. The throwout bearing fits perfectly through it.
Since we both don't really expect Christine to last another year I am not going to resurface the flywheel.
I came in a showered and at 8pm I finally had my first bite of food all day.
I have a feeling bed will be early tonight.