Well I typed this last night and posted it somewhere. If it shows up in a different thread or a different site all together I wouldn't be surprised.
Too early and too still tired yesterday I fell out of bed and slithered into the kitchen
After my first cup I woke Steph up to help me get the load strapped down so I could go to the scrap yard.
Steph was staying home because my son who adopted me, Graham, is having problems with his fiance's (who lives with him) 18 year old daughter. They have put her out of the house. I would have done it a long time ago. Steph was keeping an eye on the house.
Before I left I checked to see if we had an alternator for Christine. I had them for VW, Cadillac, Opel, Ford, Dodge, and every Chevy imaginable – except for a 2.8LV6. It seems that the 2.8 has a backwards alt.
I went ahead and pulled the alt off and tossed it in the back of the BlueOx so I could get one while I was out.
After I unloaded the trailer and filled my pockets at the scrap yard I headed down to Willis Auto Electric in Shelby to see if he had an alt already built. He did. For $65 I was out the door with on et hat will last forever. I bought one 12 years ago for the WarWagon. It is on its third truck now.
Then I headed south to Chester SC. I made one stop across the state line to leave a Benjamin Franklin at a gas station. It still didn't fill the 40 gallon tank up.
Then I got down to the building I was getting a machine from.
The guy I had been dealing with on the phone, Rob, had worked at the company as a sales person a couple of years ago. He realized that the printing business was going to go under so he left and started his own business and kept an eye on this one for when it failed. He then bought all the equipment from the bank for dirt cheap. There was one huge machine that was obsolete so it was supposed to go for scrap.
When I got there I was greeted by an woman who I will refer to as Miss Uppity or MU. She didn't want me going inside the building to find Rob. I went in anyway.
When I found he he told me there was a problem. My machine would not fit thru one door inside and Miss Uppity – the land lady- would not let them widen one door to get it out. When I got back there I saw that the door in question and a partial wall had been scabbed into one of the metal walls of the building. It was poorly constructed and looked like one good fart would knock it down.
There was another crew there moving out a machine that, despite having all the right equipment, didn't know how to move it and it took them 4 hours to get it about 200 yards. It was their $35,000 machine so I offered a couple of pieces of advice – one they ignored one they accepted and then thought I was a genius- and I mostly stayed out of their way.
Rob tole me to take as much stuff off the machine I was supposed to get as I wanted so that Miss Uppity couldn't sell it to anyone else. So I did. I had 4 hours to fill somehow.
Rob kept telling me that he was going to pay me for my time since I couldn't get the machine out. He had also told me that he had a 10,000 pound winch for sale. I just tucked that information away for later.
Finally I got loaded and Rob was asking what he owed me. I probably got about 1000 pounds of steel as opposed to 10,000 that I was supposed to get. I told him to sell me the winch cheap and I would call it even. He agreed so I am going to pick it up soon.
I headed home at around 445. I was exhausted it was more work taking the machine apart that it would have been to move it.
Steph called and said we needed hamburger buns so I found a shopping center and pulled in. I grabbed a pack and hit the self checkout, skipped the bagging, grabbed my receipt, and headed out.
Next door was an ABC store and I decided that some magic elixir would be a good thing so I went in. I held up my first purchase to the gal behind the counter and asked loudly enough for the everyone in the store to hear, “Do you want to hold my buns while I shop?”. The poor girl nearly choked on her tongue. Everyone else was dying laughing.
I stopped to get a cup of coffee and in my tired state I just poured it in a cup paid and left. After I got pulled out into traffic I took a sip. It was ice cold. It got poured out the window. With the trailer I wasn't about to try to turn around on a narrow back road and go back.
I stopped about 5 miles later and got a hot cup of coffee.
At about 700 I finally got home. Exhausted and barely moving. After a shower and supper I was done. At 9pm I was in bed. I woke up at about 130am to get something to eat and was back asleep at around 3. I slept till 9. I almost feel human again.