other dog

ugliest truck ever? this gets my vote...

some people seem to live looking to sue somebody for something to "get rich quick",whether it's for the coffee being too hot or the bulldog's ears being too long. Nobody is responsible for their own actions. hmmm...my hood don't tilt,but I could claim I was drunk and high on crack and tripped and when I tried to break my fall I grabbed for the hood of the mixer and caught my ring on the dog's ears and pulled my finger off,and sue the ring maker, the liquor distiller, the crack dealer,and bulldogs with ears that are too long.

Yep,the '77 I drove was all Mack and had a gold bulldog,the '79 had a Cummins and Fuller trans. with a chrome bulldog.

wow,neat-I didn't know you could do that!

hey Joe- where are you, if anywhere?..talk about otherdog going m.i.a.

yeah,right Paul,-oh..."Dale"'s coming on now on CMT,gotta go.

yeah,not too bad.I get up in the morning and take a shot of geritol,then i'm good to go 'til nap time!

Got the truck back from Cat Tuesday and took a load of black iron pipe- already loaded for me and sitting at the shop- to Conway,Pa, a little north of Ambridge on rt. 65. The load was a little lighter than usual,only 41,000+ lbs,but I could tell the truck was pulling better than it ever had. I made it past the first rest area in Pa. on I-79, the one just across the state line where they set up scales and DOT checks sometimes,but as soon as the " scales and DOT " motivation to keep going was over,I started to get sleepy so when I made it 3/4 of a mile past the rest area I pulled onto the ramp at exit 7 and went to bed.I still had about 70 miles to go probably. Next morning the phone woke me up at 6:30-it was Neal at headquarters. "Moonshiner,you at the jobsite yet?" "Uh...not quite,why?" "The other driver called and said he couldn't get up the hill because of the ice and he's waiting on a salt truck,so just hang tight 'til I call 'ya back". "Okie-doke-see ya". So I decided it was time to get up and go to work.The thermometer on the truck,which is pretty accurate,said it was 39 degrees so I wasn't too worried about ice,though it was raining pretty good. By the time I got up to Washington,Pa. it was down to 35 degrees,still good,but there was some snow mixed with the rain. When I got up to rt.279 it was 31 degrees and no sign of rain in the snow that was coming down. When I exited off 79 onto rt. 65 north,the road was completely covered. I made it up to Ambridge and went over to Oneal steel,where we deliver to regularly,and parked in their lot. Did all my paperwork and was contemplating calling headquarters when Neal called and said everything was clear,and I could go on in. When I left Oneal all I had to do was get back on 65 north and go a mile or 2,then make a right on 11th. st. The right was a hard turn,Billy Bob had already told me that because when he went there the week before he didn't see it in time to swing out,so he had to go past it and turn around and come back and make a left.What he didn't mention was the hill.I swung out,dumped my air,made the turn all right,then went a little ways and started climbing. The street had a 7 1/2 or 10 ton weight limit on it,so trucks weren't supposed to be on it anyway,but you gotta get to the jobsite and that's how the directions said to go. The hill was probably 12 or 14 percent,it wasn't marked because as I said trucks weren't supposed to be on it in the first place. Then there was a sharp curve to the left which took the whole road to make,but I didn't meet anyone in it. The next curve was a 15 mph to the right,and I met a pickup and a car in it. The car happened to be a policeman.The pickup didn't even slow down so I had to run the trailer wheels over the curb and out through the grass,or whatever was under the snow-the hill was so steep I didn't want to have to stop. At least the policeman stopped until I made it around the bend. I could see why the first truck couldn't get up it. That sucker was so steep a light shower of rain would make it hard to get up. When I was unloading it was down to 24 degrees. Left there and went to IDS in Macedonia,home of the lovely Rachel and-I don't know the other girl's name,the one with the shoulder length blonde hair and cutest face you've ever seen. I don't pay any attention to them anyway,i'm strictly binness . And they're happily married,I got a jealous girlfriend,i'm old enough-how did I get on this subject anyway? I loaded at IDS and went to Roanoke.Several trucks were already there waiting to unload,one of which had been there since 8 o'clock the night before. So I called headquarters and told them the situation,and ended up taking the load to a warehouse in Roanoke to unload it. By the time I got unloaded over there all the other trucks ( different carrier ) that had been at Metalsa were there too. Hope they weren't mad at me,but I had nothing to do with it,I just do what they tell me. Went to Concord and fueled and had a choice of a two stop load of lumber,New Castle and Grove City Pa, or kyanite going to Conneaut,Oh. Both pretty good loads,but I went to Conneaut. Big Jim took the lumber the next day,which put him by the house for the weekend too,since he lives in Reynoldsville. Then I went down to Macedonia again and loaded another Roanoke which I delivered this morning,then back to the shop in Concord and home,which put me right here right now. I missed the Super Bowl,but I should get to see the Daytona 500 anyway.

that's where I got my quadruplex emblem-Watt's Mack

don't know,but they called and said it was ready to go.

Monday evening,still at home.Been on the phone with the insurance company about the shingles the wind blew off the roof yesterday.My policy is $500 deductible-I think I can fix it myself. Truck's still in the shop-I've been whining-complaining I mean,I've been complaining to Jeff that the truck just did not pull like it should.When Cat turned it up from a 475 to a 550 it still ran the same. We wanted to get it by Ashland,Va. and put it on the dyno but just couldn't seem to be in the area at the right time.So today we took it to Carter Cat in Lynchburg so they could check the fuel pressure anyway.The pressure was fine,but one of the turbos was missing some fins,and some kind of adjusting screw under the valve covers was missing,so that might be what took out the missing fins.I new something was wrong because it started making that sound in the turbo,like when a hose is bad,and I had about 5 lbs. less boost than I used to. But the turbo trouble isn't altogether the cause of the low power because it had no power before the turbo ever started making the noise. The missing screw could have something to do with it though.I talked to Jeff on the phone and he didn't know what the screw was for,just that they said it was missing. They're gonna have to put a turbo on it,but it should be ready tomorrow sometime.

...but first just make sure the valves are open-turned fully counterclockwise-they shut off the water to the heater core,so it'll be cooler in the summer but no water circulating through the heater core for heat in winter.

Yes-now you know "the rest of the story"-Paul Harvey.... ...good day!

I love questions that I can answer,and there's not that many of them. Much like the old question of '' what's the maximum torque for this application?"-stop tightening half a turn before you wring it off-the answer in your case is "a hundred rpms before it comes undone". Even 1 rpm before it blows up is OK,but 100 gives you some room to play with.Again,just happy to be able to help.

yeah,he just looks like he would be the kind of guy you could stand around and talk to all day and never get tired of it. I looked at his gallery though and wondered if there had been an explosion- he has lot's of unconnected parts that look like they are supposed to be connected. What's up with that Bollweevil?

Is there truck parking available anywhere nearby,or somewhere you could drop a trailer and bobtail to the show, just in case truck drivers passing through might want to attend the show?

looks like the cable is run from the boom,but there's also a strap or something down lower ,frame level-hard to tell exactly what it is.

Paul? Oh no,not at all. In fact I told him he was engaging in a battle of wits with an unarmed man,so I'm not getting into anything like that.

yeah,she's got some bigguns! she's in a family way too,so her eyes will be getting even more bigger i'm sure That's freakin' hilarious yeah,that's enough being serious-nonsense is way more fun.I have to be serious and work my a$$ off all week."lookin' that dog in the a$$" as my brother-in-law used to say,even though I hadn't driven a Mack in years.

yeah,she's got some bigguns! she's in a family way too,so her eyes will be getting even more bigger i'm sure ...too bad i'm old enough to be her daddy

OK, enough of the nonsense,it's time to be serious. I've got a 'chicken on a can' cooking in the smoker oven too,always tender,juicy,and most delicious! Very easy to make too. I had to start this all over just now-it's very windy here and the power went off just for a couple of seconds,long enough to shut the computer off so I lost everything and had to restart it and start all over again. A big deal when you type with one finger. I left Sunday going to Fremont,Oh. When I unloaded there Monday morning the parking lot was covered with a thick layer of ice so slick you could barely stand up.It was extra slick because it was warming up rapidly and was wet on top. 38% slicker than if it wasn't wet. ( I just make this stuff up,no scientific facts here...well,once in a while there might be,'ya never know! ) It was a major operation to get in the proper unloading position. Troy the unloader man said "well maybe the weather will be better when you come back". Then I went all the way to Sharon,Pa. to reload coils for Handy in Lynchburg.Unloaded there Tuesday morning,then by the shop for fuel,and on to Dillwyn to load for Fremont,Oh. When I unloaded there Wednesday morning it was pouring rain. Rt. 250 was completely covered before I got to Ashland,Oh. but i drove through OK. I told Troy after I was unloaded "maybe the weather will be better next time i'm here". Then I went all the way to Sharon,Pa. to load coils for Handy in Lynchburg.Wonder what happened to I.D.S. in Macedonia,where we loaded the coils for Metalsa in Roanoke. A great place to load,never took long,all the guys were friendly there-something you don't see much anymore,and the lovely Rachel in the office with the big b-b...big eyes. So after I unloaded in Lynchburg Thursday I went to the shop and fueled,and sure enough there was A Brook Park (Cleveland) Oh. load waiting for me. Don't get to go by the house,don't even get to sit down,before you gotta go again.I've already ran two Fremonts-I told Todd "I'll take this Brook Park and deliver it Monday". He said " if you don't want that I've got a Parkersburg at Ed's". Great-Parkersburg sounds much better on Thursday than Cleveland. So I went to Moneta,load the lumber,go to Parkersburg,and when I get unloaded Friday morning I have to go all the way to Brookfield,Oh. to load back-coils for Metalsa. I might as well have took the Brook Park in the first place! That's the way it's been since Christmas,every weekend I either don't get home 'til Saturday or have to leave on Sunday. But as Joe says the bills never stop,so I can't either-not for long anyway. Unloaded in Roanoke Saturday morning,so at least i'm off until Monday now...though it's already Sunday afternoon. By the way,pretty catchy title too,don't 'ya think?

Cheez Joe,where did you come up with all this crap? You've got the story all wrong. Bernard (uncle Bernie) Rubble was my great uncle,twice removed. Barney Rubble was his great-great grandfather,who lived in the town of Bedrock,a page right out of history..At least that's what my grandfather told me in a bar once.You are at least partially correct though-after Fred Flintstone moved all his family to Flintstone,Maryland (this was after his alleged affair with Betty Rubble,and after Pebbles and Bam-Bam divorced,when tension between the two families was at it's peak. Pebbles did indeed have a small army of kids,but when Bam-Bam found out he was sterile and couldn't have children,that's when the fertilizer hit the windmill,so to speak-it was all downhill for both families from then on) Barney lived the rest of his days in Bedrock,lonely and bitter they say. It was indeed great-great uncle Bernard who finally said "s#@w you guys,i'm going home". That's when he did the finger on the map deal.He actually wanted to move to California,but the map was upside down and he had his eyes closed of course. The rest,as they say,is history.

well so do I about other guys,but when it comes to me I'm a handsome #@$%6 ,ain't I?

pictures showing what I looked like yesterday,today,and what i'll probably look like tomorrow,Lord willing. actually,that's me on Saturday,then Sunday ready to go to work,and me about 1979 or '80. Now THAT'S some hair! (and about 40 less pounds!) Yeah,talk about changing-here's the 79 or 80 and half today... an old gray haired geezer. But i'm OK with that.