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Working at Ricks is always a fun and interesting time. Most often the truck improves in quality and reliability and the exact opposite happens to me.
The Finger
This one time at Rick's garage... we were working on changing the oil in my truck, I was underneath and pulled the drain plug. Well the oil was clean! It did not need changing. Unfortunately the plug rolled away when it hit the floor so I poked my finger in the hole to stop the clean oil from escaping. Pretty smart eh?
Well wouldnt ya know, it was near that same moment when Ricky discovers we are out of beer! His truck was up on jacks thinking quickly he jumped in mine and sped of to replenish our supply of the elixir of life.
My finger was ripped from my hand but remained firmly plugged in the oil pan. What a stroke of luck, if it had popped out the oil would have drained and the motor would have been cooked resulting in bad truck no beer.
Well Ricky made it back with the brew, whew we just sort of sat there on the tailgate swilling and reveling in our good fortune. Had that darn finger not held we would have had no beer and been faced with pulling that damn heavy diesel.
And that's how I lost my finger... true story
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Under-Over Drive
story 36
Thump Thump Thump went the drive train...
It was the Under-Over Drive! The front bearing went to hell so I called the friendly service folks out in California. The fud pucker there said no problem I'll send you the parts, it's so easy you can do it half cocked.
So, the parts came and we got half cocked, turned out we needed a machine shop and the job took about 5 hours longer than we expected. Needless to say we were totally puke face drunk by the time we finished.
Again swilling on the tailgate we recounted our day and our good fortune at finding an open machine shop (Ricks brothers girlfriends cousin had a friend who new someone that new someone that had a setup in his barn).Then without provocation or warning Rick for some reason attempted a quick leap off the tailgate. As fate would have it, it was not his time His pants pocket got caught on the tailgate, held long enough to put him off balance (a nano-second) and face first into the driveway went Rick. He hit so damn hard an imprint of his face was left in the dirt. Must have hurt like hell... Had I not been laughing so hard I'm sure I would have felt bad and inquired as to his health.
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