Busy couple of days.
Yesterday the alarm went off and I rolled onto my feet and headed for
Once I had that out of the way I headed outside. I rounded up a couple of tools and then I made my way up to Buffalo Shoals to my friend Grady's shop. I spent about an hour taking the rest of the Mazda apart.
I had forgotten my drain pan and he didn't have one so we were looking for a way to improvise one when I had an epiphany. The CV axle was broken from the wreck and the only thing holding the outer joint together was the boot. One swift slice later and I had the suspension torn down.
The knuckle had to come home with me so I could try to get the brake rotor off of it so it got tossed in the back of the truck. Grady and I got involved in another car/political discussion and killed another hour.
When I got back home I pulled in the driveway and as soon as the front tires of the BlueOx left the gravel it made a straight run for Christine. I barely managed to avoid the truck and then scare the daylights out of the house before sliding about 30 feet sideways thru the mud, coming to a stop just short of the maple tree.
Steph came out and we got the Hemorrhoid started and put in retrieval mode. Steph drove the Ox while I tried to pull it up the hill. No go. Then we moved some stuff in the back yard around and tried again.
She didn't want to move but after a couple of gentle tugs the Hemorrhoid managed to get the Ox moving a tiny bit. With Steph moving at an idle we went under the gantry crane and slowly around the house to the front yard.
Since the wipers quit working again we started to check on them. Steph was in the truck and told me that the anti lock light was coming on every time she turned on the wipers.
Since I was having no luck with it I decided to straight wire the wipers and be done with it. Now it is on an on-off-on toggle switch that gives me the high position and the park position. I can live with that.
When Heath came out and had a little time to run around the yard a bit I got a phone call. A guy in Charlotte called and said he had a Mitsubushi truck. So we hooked up the tow dolly and headed off.
It was pitch black by the time we got there so I really couldn't tell much about the truck. The guy said it had a blown head gasket. We hooked it up and drug it home.
On the way I sent my slave a text and told him I would pick him up at 930 this morning.
We got home Just in time to watch Criminal Minds.
Then this morning.
Then we headed off to Gastonia to get the slave and take the truck to the crusher. Once we snagged Justin we had to stop for gas. While the truck was sucking down all my money I remembered that the Mitsu still had a good battery in it. So I snatched it out and tossed it in the back of the Ox.
Once we got to the scrap yard Justin and Steph took the lug nuts off the little baby truck while I got the straps off the dolly. Once the tires were in the back of the Ox we collected our check and headed home.
At eh house Steph went in to change Heaths diaper while Justin and I got the tow dolly unhooked and got the big trailer hooked up.
A 25 minute drive later and we were at a house in Iron Station. Then we followed the guy who lived there about 15 minutes away to a building that he was loosing the lease on and had a bunch of steel in it that needed to go.
Fortunately there was an old Alis Chalmers forklift in the building that I managed to get running with the help of the Mitsus battery. There were lots of pallets of heavy molds and two pallets of Portland cement that were in the way. The forklift made it all easy.
There were 2 4x10 ¼ inch thick plates that went on first then lots of stuff got piled on top.
I managed to keep the AC running until the propane ran out while putting the last load on the trailer. We pushed the forklift the last 8 feet. Fortunately it rolled easily and I had already lifted the forks. One it was all strapped down we headed out.
Only to pull over about 500 feet later to re -strap everything. The load had shifted and pushed the sideboard into the tire.
A straight shot down 321 to the scrap yard and we got to watch the most worthless loader operator ever grumble and cuss his way through unloading the trailer. I kept the 2 big plates.
Another check and we headed home. Steph and Heath got dropped off and Justin and I headed back up to the building to get a 3rd plate that had been sticking out of a loading dock door. He remembered it after we had everything else loaded.
A strap and the come-a-long had it pulled off into the trailer in no time.
We went back by the guys house and got some more metal and paid him. Then Justin and I headed back to my house.
His girlfriend wanted to see him so I told him to call her to come get him. She got there about 15 seconds after we did.
The tow dolly got hooked back on the truck and I left on my own to go get a Nissan Sentra- 4 miles from where I had been all day. I swear if I made one more trip[ to Iron Station today they would charge me for taxes.
After wrestling the little Nipmobile up on the dolly I made a run to Wal_Mart in Denver, NC to get some beer and a new pair of work pants. I am down to one pair.
Finally at 8pm I got home. I am worn out. Heath is busy throwing the cat in my trash can. Poor cat gets away and Heath goes and brings him back.
Tomorrow it all begins again.
Edited by mybigwarwagon, February 06, 2014 - 09:15 PM.