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and 'ya know, Rob has never been known to be wrong about anything... yet.

hmmm...I wasn't going to comment because I didn't know, but then that really never stopped me before, did it? Now i'm more confused than I was at first- I drove a '74 Transtar with an rto9513 and it had the range selector on the shift knob, but then I used to drive a '74 Transtar with an rt9513 that had the range selector valve separate, mounted on the stick. I'm pretty sure Hard Rock's '77 Transtar and Underdog's '78 KW, both with rto12513's, both had the 3 position knob. So...in other words-I have no idea, except that both were probably still used at that time, but for what exact application... I couldn't say. Glad to help, anything else I might not know about don't hesitate to ask. You know what they say, if you don't know-ax somebody.

That's a good start- I'd fill the master cylinder up with fluid first, then check for obvious leaks, starting with the master cylinder, then the booster, then all the wheel cylinders. If all that checks out OK, check all the brake lines for leaks. If they're all good, and even if you have to rebuild or replace any of the above, you'll need to bleed the system to get any air out, and you should have a good pedal. You'll probably have to jack each wheel up and adjust the brakes with a brake spoon through the slots in the backing plates too in order to get a full pedal...(condensed version). If you're lucky, maybe all they need is bleeding,but something had to cause them go away in the first place. You need an assistant too, to help with this by pushing the pedal down while you look for leaks and especially during the bleeding process, unless you use a pressure bleeder. Hope this is a little help anyway-good luck with your project.

are they air brakes, hydraulic, or Fred Flintstone type?

oh...I was thinking more along the lines of one like Snoopy wore while pursuing the Red Baron

Airport? Thought I might see you on the road somewhere, but if you're gonna be flying it's not too likely. I'll look up periodically anyway.

now THAT'S what i'd like to see a picture of! You should wear a helmet too.

I bought a pair of chrome ones with the bulldog on them for my truck. One dog's looking this way and the other one's facing that way.

I'm just mad...and angry...irate... and hurt-I don't know what to do. Really nothing I can do. Jobyna just popped me upside the head,then threw the phone book at me after I told her if she wanted to leave I'd help her pack, and haul her stuff...where ever,as long as it was away from here. Not the Brookneal phone book either,she went with the much,much larger Lynchburg book, complete with the yellow pages. I told her she was lucky she's a woman,or she'd be dead right now,cuz i'd have killed her ass. This dog here has been here longer than I have. I remember the first time I saw him,standing on the front porch looking in the door grinning-he had an over bite or something,and he always looked like he was grinning. He was as big as a shetland pony and there wasn't a mean bone in his body. He was just a big overgrown puppy,loved to play.His tail was about 4 feet long,we always called him "big tail". When ever i'd come home he'd meet me in the driveway like Dino meeting Fred Flintstone. He chased cars,but he was very selective about which ones he chased. He'd be laying in the back yard sound asleep, but when he heard a particular vehicle he'd jump up and run to the road and chase it. Most he paid no attention to. He never bothered anybody or anything. We fed him,and I wormed him several times,because you could count every rib he had at first,but afterwards he was fine and healthy. He was a happy dog,living a dog's life. Then the a-hole family moved in next door,with the whiny little brat-the one Jobyna sprayed "Off" on before,and he ran home crying like she'd sprayed him with high test gasoline and handed him a lit sparkler. She called me Tuesday crying when I was on the way from Birmingham to Pittsburgh and told me the dog had jumped up on the little bast-oh,might not oughta say that here, little...uh...kid next door,and his fat a$$ bitc...uh,oops-er,momma called the animal control officer to come get him. Never mind that they'd been playing with him when he jumped up on him,throwing toys to him,and he'd bring them back. Animal control (the dog catcher) came and put a noose around his neck ,threw him in the back of the truck and hauled him off. She said if nobody claimed him in 5 days,he'd be euthanized. Killed-put to death-for doing nothing! I wish I could go rescue him,but like my momma said, if I went and claimed him the next time he jumped on the little bast-sorry,I meant whiny ass little brat,they'd just sue me. I have less than an acre of land,no fence,and he's never been tied,so he'd probably go crazy or strangle himself if I tried to tie him. I'm glad I wasn't here when they took him away. I've been known to act first and think later-like the time I threw that big mug of beer,mug and all,on that softball team in the Red Lobster in Lynchburg. But that's another story. Ive asked everyone I could think of if they wanted a dog-nobody did. He's a good dog-I liked it better when he was on the front porch barking at sun up wanting breakfast than since the sorry a$$ good for nothing deadbeat neighbors moved in...needless to say,they're not on our Christmas card list. I hope they're eaten by bears...just kiddin' On second thought,Old Bill told me to always be honest-I really do hope they're eaten by bears. I thought a lot of that old dog. Then I found out today that Rick Wright passed away Monday,the 15th. from cancer. Hope somebody has some good news... Big Tail update-good news- http://www.humanecampbell.org/animals/detail?AnimalID=910519 I called animal control before I left Monday to see about rescuing Big Tail and they told me to contact the humane society. I called them and I talked to a very nice man there, totally unlike the dogcatcher who picked him up, and seemed to enjoy her job way too much-she's the one who told Jobyna the dog would be euthanized in 5 days,which was totally false. The guy I talked to at the humane society told me they had to hold him for 5 days before they could do anything, to give the owner time to claim him. If he wasn't claimed in that time then he became the property of the county,and would be put up for adoption. He said they only euthanized animals that were considered mean or dangerous and "that's a very friendly dog". I said "I know". I wish I could get him back myself,but i'd better not. I am gonna make a donation to the humane society though, and perhaps pay for his shots and other boarding fees that have to be paid before he can be adopted, that way he might be adopted quicker. If no one takes him i'm gonna get him and sneak him down to the shop so he can be a junkyard dog. He always told me he wanted to live in upstate New York though.

also available in crunchy and extra crunchy!

Rob has never been-aww,never mind

is that like winter bush? ,or...uh..,I really like Cannon Ball,an old Canadian TV series. I have a few episodes on DVD. I like bush myself,but a lot of people don't. Bigger the better. Anyhow,..uh, Democrats and tree huggers-they're tryin' to kill us all.

Once again- I'd forgotten about that! Wow,Rob-he's tha' man!

Amen Brother! ...speaking of that,wonder where Bulldog Man is? ...might oughta organize another search party

This time I'm serious (no-really!)-that is so true.

this is a skippy-aisle 3, at your local Food Lion store

this is true,but my buddy Joe was right there for me

man, I never thought of that-that's really good advice. My poor old mixer sits out in the sun 24 hours a day

yes...Rob has never been known to be wrong about anything-yet

are y'all talking about ME?

at least that's an easy fix. just go to Wal-Mart and get some 25 lb. dumb bells. Start out doing about 15 reps curling them every morning and every evening. When you get where you can do 40 or 50 reps without breaking a sweat,pitch the dumb bells and use old brake drums instead. When you can do the brake drums 40 or 50 times you won't even notice it's got manual steering. Or you could power steering on it.

I thought that was a myth-maybe i'll do some online research so I can identify it and go on a ginseng hunt

actually I found it's 3 1/2" pipe instead of 4" so Jimmy the mechanic took the old piece with him.He's gonna take it to a place in Appomattox that can bend up to 3 1/2" pipe and try to get a new one made. We sent Jeffrey to Powell's Truck and Equipment in Lynchburg to get a piece of 4" flex pipe and while he was gone we got 2 4" band clamps to connect the flex pipe and went over to the truck with them-that's when we discovered it was 3 1/2". I'd never measured it, just eyeballed it and assumed it was 4". You should never assume anything, and measure twice and cut once, and don't count your chickens while they're in one basket...or something. Yeah,my jaw's pretty good now,thank you. I guess-I took antibiotics for a week,but there's still a red place on my gum. Nothing hurts though,for the time being anyway.

Besides turkey season approaching, it ginseng season "actually no season for it" just everyone is on the look for it. Good point James. wish I had about a pickup truck load of ginseng. I wouldn't know it if I tripped over it,but people around here,or more up towards the mountains are always on the lookout for it-kinda like gold!

yeah,that's what I was thinking. Hate to take the easy way out,but it's probably my only choice. Well,I must be off to Chattanooga.