1958 F.W.D.

Considering what we paid for that hunk of prime rib, it'll be chicken and pork for a little while.

NO. This is NOT always the case. There are some exceptions, I cannot recall exactly what they were, but there are cases where gold bulldogs are installed on Mutts. My father's Hayward F-Model had a 300 with a 5 speed and an original Rockwell 2-speed rear and had a gold dog. I will email Harvey Eckert and see what exactly the story is and post it here.

By the way, here's the finished product. Only the second time I have ever done a prime rib, the first time was new years eve last year. Both times they came out dead on balls accurately done to perfection. Sometimes I am so good I amaze even myself.

Call me paranoid, but methinks OD is making mockery of another member of BMT who just happened to make a perfect prime rib last night for New Year's Eve Dinner........And posted pix of it on Facebook........then had his pics on FB hijacked and photochopped.......I can neither confirm or deny that this may or may not have been left on my FB with a postmark of Gladys, Va.... Quote: "In all my years, i've never had prime rib before. If you want to mail me a slice, here's a serving suggestion."

He's from the Gubmint, and he's there to help.

Morgan Smith Goodwin

That's the Pony Express Donkey delivering Hatcity's hot sauce from Gladys, Va.

Remember when McDonalds had the slogan "We do it all for you?" The bitch behind the counter wouldn't do anything for me, so I had to go to Burger King and "Get it my way."

Congrats Angelo my buddy!!! All my best to you!!!

Was that the carton from Gladys, Va? Did it have my name on it?

I'm with ya, but also saying they may have the parts or could point you in the right direction......

http://www.stengelbros.com/ I see you are in Berks County. Try Stengel Brothers in Allentown. Very reputable. I send my firetrucks there whenever we have any kind of suspension/spring concerns.

"I had that."- Yardo, 1999

Over in Philly, but especially in the 5 counties immediately surrounding Philly you have the Haines and Kibblehouse conglomerate of companies. John Haines IV is also a big antique truck enthusiast, and hosts an annual show at his house that several of us on here take our rigs to every year.

How can he RAISE the taxes when there aren't any on fracking or extraction to begin with?? LOL.......And it it eases off of that RINO Corbett's .32 per gallon gas tax, and puts some money into the education coffers- tax them I say. The oil industry can afford it, it's not going to break their backs. And they're not going anywhere- the oil reserves in Pa are estimated to be in the hundreds of millions of barrels.

details...details......

......and you wouldnt have to slam your fingers in the door to keep your mind off the sound.......

Oh, good. That's two Macungies, one Trucktoberfest, three visits to the Tilted Kilt and one visit to Winfall.

I concur.....Since your old one is 2006.....Bite the bullet and get a new one. I bought a new unit from www.tigerdirect.com You can get them to build you a tower according to your wishes. Had them build me a custom unit a few years back when I was into digital photography big time. Was pretty reasonable too. Please make sure you do not lose the photochoppage program. That would make me have a sad.

Anyone have a Telma on a Mack? I have driven a couple of firetrucks with them and they work great, but are a drain on the electrical system when they engage.

I wouldn't be able to buy you a beer because I would have to haul your ass down to University of Pennsylvania Hospital down in Philly because of the hearing damage. Thats if you made it this far and not get locked up for pollution crimes.

Couldn't remember the lyrics to that song so I had to look em up........ Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide? We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' Nehi and onion soup mix, and I said, "Earl, let's mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side. Yeah, let's give 'em a ride." [Chorus] Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a couple'a boobs with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens. Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin' pine cones, rocks, and boulders, and put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a couple a' burnt-out roosters on the line. Look out below; 'cause here we go! Well, we commenced to truckin' and them hens commenced to cluckin' and then Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says "My, ain't this purdy up here." I says, "Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us. Just make one mistake and it's the Pearly Gates for them eight-five crates a' USDA-approved cluckers. You wanna hit second?" [Chorus] Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear and then the chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, "You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?" He was tryin' to thread it on there when the fire fell off a' his cigar and dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl's pants and burned a hole in his sock. Yeah, sorta set him right on fire. I looked on outta the window and I started countin' phone poles, goin' by at the rate of four to the seventh power. Well I put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five; come up with twenty-two thousand telephone poles an hour. I looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled, and his leg was fried. And his hand was froze to the wheel like a tongue to a sled in the middle of a blizzard. I says, "Earl, I'm not the type to complain; but the time has come for me to explain that if you don't apply some brake real soon, they're gonna have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon." Well, Earl rared back, and cocked his leg, stepped as down as hard as he could on the brake, and the pedal went clear to the floor and stayed there, right there on the floor. He said it was sorta like steppin' on a plum. Well, from there on down it just wasn't real purdy: it was hairpin county and switchback city. One of 'em looked like a can full'a worms; another one looked like malaria germs. Right in the middle of the whole damn show was a real nice tunnel, now wouldn't you know? Sign says clearance to the twelve-foot line, but the chickens was stacked to thirteen-nine. Well we shot that tunnel at a hundred-and-ten, like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen, and we took that top row of chickens off slicker than scum off a Lousiana swamp. Went down and around and around and down 'til we run outta ground at the edge of town. Bashed into the side of the feed store... in downtown Pagosa Springs. [Chorus] Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side

Is that two stroke or four stroke, and does it leak anything?

You can dig it up if you have enough of them there trinitrotoluene shovels.......just sayin......

How many telephone poles were you passin'??