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The camper was being pulled by a 3 wheel bike too, like the school bus.I got it off another site and did a slapped up cut-copy-paste on it...I forgot where I got the motorcycle picture I used from. It came from around here somewhere pretty close though. I haven't heard from James for a while either.

I'm just killin' time, waiting for my next mission... Freightrain at home early one morning gets a cup of coffee and looks out the window... " oh my gosh! looks like there was a big suplosion over at Joe's junk yard and it blew a rusty,crusty,yet trusty looking Dodge pickup, a trailer with a 3 ton rolling gantry crane,a bulk quick lube dispensing outfit, a 6-71 Detroit engine, a bike,and an R-model or 2 on it right into our driveway- we better call 9-1-1. Wow,all that crap landed on the trailer almost like somebody put it there on purpose!"

Mr. Watt- "Barry,if you see a rusty,crusty,yet trusty Dodge pickup pull in here pulling a trailer with a 3 ton rolling gantry crane,a bulk quick lube dispensing outfit, a 6-71 Detroit engine, a bike,and an R-model or 2 on the trailer,lock the doors and close the shades." Barry- "gotcha"

geez, where the hell is the bike, Nova Scotia? I never know where i'm gonna be, but I have been known to travel the area mentioned-except Nova Scotia.

here's some pictures of the Macks and the book's cover.

You could just put a glad hand on the fuel cap so you can pressurize it easily...or you could even put fuel in it periodically, that might work too.

yeah, they started in Alaska and went as far as due north of Michigan. They had a plane marking the general route by dropping colored stakes that were weighted on one end so they'd stick in the snow, guides on the ground marking the best route for the road, then cat dozers clearing a trail, more cat dozers widening the trail, then the snow train and trucks, at about 70 below zero. Like he said, sounds easy enough on paper, right? What they were doing was installing an early warning radar system on the Arctic Ocean.

Rob bought a motorcycle, so I decided maybe I should buy myself something. I'd seen a book called "18 Wheels North to Alaska" mentioned in one of the free truck magazines you see at truckstops so I ordered it from Amazon last week and read it today. Really good book. The author is 82 years old- maybe 83 by now- and still does some trucking. He tells the story of the the snow train convoy in 1954. It was the first run for the special built LeTourneau snow train. It pulled 5 trailers, each one 16 feet wide and 40 feet long. They also had a number of big Mack trucks with 600 hp Cummins engines pulling 60' trailers that were 12' wide. Unfortunately, the LeTourneau locomotive caught fire during the journey and was burned beyond repair. 4 of the the big Macks were later sold to a coal mine. The author, Cliff Bishop, went later to retrieve the LeToureau and trailers. He said he saw it years later just south of Fox, Alaska and as far as he knew it's still there. So, with this info I get on Google Earth and sure enough found it! Here's the street view picture from Google Earth, plus another one I found online...pretty neat, eh?

SOB's eh? And after we decided not to bring up the running out of fuel thing any more! Besides, it's not like you ran a truck out of fuel every day, right?..it's just a once in a while thing-we understand And your mother in law-no wonder! You should have at least offered her the meatballs first. All you had to do was lick them and roll them around in your hands first and she probably wouldn't have wanted them anyway, but she would think you were wonderful for offering them to her. We're all here to help!

running out of fuel? Think I heard something along those lines, running out of fuel...Rob...out of fuel...i'm not gonna talk about him running out of fuel any more though, he needs compassion right now, not a discussion about him running out of fuel. At the shop. In the driveway. Out of fuel. No fuel.

ohhhh...or that late! Might've stopped by Hooters to celebrate a good day at the track and had too many hot wings (or something) and lost track of time,eh?

Kinda like "if you want to speed a 4 wheeler up, just try to pass that s.o.b.". I knew y'all would get this picture-this is a family friendly site, but that's what Pilot Mtn. in N.C. reminds me of, and besides "that's just funny right there, I don't care who ya' are"-(Larry the Cable Guy).

This is the bus I used to drive. Bought it from Freightrain when he got out of the school bus driving binness. Rowdy Rebel

it's the pressure. I can't back in at a truckstop because I feel like everybody's watching and they've all got laptops and they're going to post my ineptitude on some website-with pictures to prove it.

we can't either-we love pictures. So what kind of times did you turn?

In mine and Freightrains mind too...right Larry?..hello-come in Larry...over

Yep, no doubt you're one of a kind. A true living legend.

geez-how lucky can ya' be, when every time you run out of fuel, break down, or run out of fuel, you're only 250' or less from the yard when you run out of fuel?..or run out of fuel?

Indeed,Rob's an expert at running out of fuel in the driveway...in fact,people pick at him so much about it that we probably shouldn't even bring it up anymore,that he runs out of fuel about 3 times a year...in his driveway-so i'm not gonna say any more about it, him running out of fuel-at his shop...in the driveway...running out of fuel.Out of fuel...

A couple of bikes Rob tested and rejected before making his final decision-

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I know the feeling-some days I ain't too good at going forward, much less backing up.

lots of possibilities with a bike...

yeah, I think they're all dumps.