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Thanks for that visual Jim, will never look at you the same.
Don't be lookin' there
Minne Tonka. Isn't that sort of redundant? That reminds me. I was coming home down 395 a few weeks ago and saw a huge semi hauling two flat bed trailers. The first was carrying two large rolls of cable. The second had a Tonka scoop loader strapped down.
If you don't know where you're going, then any path will get you there.
I had 30 Tonkas when I was 2. Many of my Mother's family lived in Mound, MN. We even drove there in the Winter; try starting a CA chevy at -20. It's pretty impressive. You can hear the valves free up one at a time, and then you have to be in 4WD just to get the differentials to turn.. Then you make your way to the gas station, and your locking gas cap is frozen solid. Wouldn't trade those years for anything. Just makes you look at the world in a different light for a bit, which is a lot like a winter backpacking trip. And that thought you get to melt that gas cap with your bic lighter passes pretty quickly.
Jimr wrote:I had maybe 5 Tonka trucks. So, at what point during the trip did you stop and dump the 30wt and switch to 10 wt?
Never.. Even molasses runs free when heated.. Then all is well. We did have a different experience in Utah when we stopped in the Summer and oil was dripping from the oil pan (we had just rebuilt the engine.) Dad forgot to torque the pan.. Sooo, he wasn't there, but I cursed a bit as the hot oil dripped down when I retorqued the pan. I miss those trips.. Amazing the tools I carry as fall-out from the "learning" days..
It was hard to find fault with a '73 Chevy Suburban. Mom still has it.
When my '64 impala was broken into at Carson pass, I had a really nice set of tools in the trunk. Wasn't even touched. they were looking for money i guess.
Right down the arm and into the pit. Ask me how I know. Tell me, please, that you used dead reconing and feel to torque the oil pan and not a torque wrench
If you don't know where you're going, then any path will get you there.
Jimr wrote:Right down the arm and into the pit. Ask me how I know. Tell me, please, that you used dead reconing and feel to torque the oil pan and not a torque wrench
Dead Reckoning. Torque wrench was still at home. Had a spare 5'er of motor oil so I wasn't hurting. It was at a rest stop somewhere between Wendover, NV and SLC. Not a lot of rest at that point.
