Surprise! You are now faced with a MAJOR unplanned repair.

It is now time for another true story from the glorious world of Drive-Away.  This one is about an unplanned and totally stupefying MAJOR repair that had to made to our 1984 (?) Ford pickup – Gracie – back in the late fall of 1999.  I think it was early November but I don’t remember fully.

This photo is going to get a lot of mileage in all of the posts regarding Drive-Away life before the trailer.

The towed vehicle configuration

The towed vehicle configuration

I don’t remember where Joe picked up the trucks he had to deliver to the International Truck dealership in Dundalk, Maryland.  I wasn’t driving then but I did do a lot of grunt work.

This trip was my very first time on the Pennsylvania Turnpike.  Hundreds of miles of road with steep hills and twisting narrow roads.  Some sections of the highway are blocked in by mountains of granite.  The dividers between the traffic flow are only concrete barriers.  When it rains, which happens quite a bit in Pennsylvania, the water pools on the roadway near the barriers and makes driving treacherous.  I was scared out of my wits on that trip.  Joe, on the other hand, was his usual calm self.  He even laughed at me a few times as I tried to find some hand hold to keep me from jumping out of the window.

Other stretches of the highway are lined with trees.  When the granite mountains and thick forests give way the traveler sees rolling green hillsides dotted with farm houses and barns.  Cows grazing on the hilltops or down in the low valleys.  Horses are occasionally seen far off in the distance.

Cumberland Valley, Pennsylvania

Cumberland Valley, Pennsylvania

This portion of the US is full of Revolutionary and Civil War battlefields.  Nearly every little town and berg along the Pennsylvania Turnpike have some kind of historical building or ground.  Civil War enactment brigades are plentiful in Pennsylvania.

While traversing one of the tree lined stretches of the Pennsylvania Turnpike (and I don’t remember exactly where we were at the time) Joe said to me “Did you hear that?!”  Now mind you, Joe has a moderate hearing problem.  I didn’t hear a thing.  For the next few seconds – which seemed like several long minutes – my head was swiveling back and forth.  I was just about in panic mode already and he was edging me further into an outright fit of terror.

“What?  What did you hear?”  I asked Joe as I sat in the passenger seat with my right hand firmly clamped on the door pull.  “I didn’t hear anything.  What did you hear?”  I continued, panic rising in my throat.

“I heard a bang” Joe calmly said.  Just like we were having a normal conversation.

I then was hyper vigilant and listened to every single noise I could.  Trying to hear the tell tale sound of anything “bang”ing.  Nothing.  Joe continued driving and it wasn’t long before I began to settle down.  The Pennsylvania Turnpike was nearing an end at Breezewood and we would be getting off the blasted thing to enter the state of Maryland.

So far this road trip had been an all day affair.  We started the day somewhere in West Virginia or Ohio.  Entering Maryland meant that we were getting closer to our delivery point.  That would still be the next day but at least we were closer.

Mid morning the next day we arrived in Dundalk, Maryland.  A suburb of Baltimore.  When we did arrive at the International dealership lot both of us were a little concerned.  There was not enough room to unhook our trucks.  There wasn’t even enough room to enter the driveway of the place.  One of the men that works at the dealership said we could go about a quarter of a mile further along the road and unhook in the parking lot of a restaurant – Costas Inn.

Map showing International Dealership and Costas Inn

Map showing International Dealership and Costas Inn

I had to get the pickup taken loose from the back truck and moved out of the way before Joe and I could take the trucks apart.  We had been having trouble with the Remco Driveline Disconnect thing and I had to crawl under the pickup to get the driveline pushed back into proper alignment in order to back the pickup out of the way.  That done I put the truck in Reverse and made ready to back up.  Nothing happened.  Push the gear shift back up into Park then down into Reverse and give it some gas.  Nothing.  Okay, well that’s not good.

I had to go find Joe.  Calling out to him does no good.  Remember I said he had a hearing problem?  So I had to go hunt him down and tell him the pickup is not working properly.  He stopped what he was doing and came to check for himself.  He checked the driveline then tried to make the pickup move shifting it in Reverse and it didn’t work for him either.

I don’t know why he decided to look underneath the rear of the pickup.  I seem to remember him telling me about the “bang” he had heard on the previous day.  Well, he looked.  And what he found was not such a very good thing at all.

The rear end had a hole blown out of it.  This is someone else’s photo of a Ford Rear End.  I don’t know exactly what it is called so I use the common name of it.  The “Pumpkin”.

Rear End of a Ford driveline

Rear End of a Ford driveline

This is sort of what Joe saw.  Except the metal cover was still mostly on the “Pumpkin”.  The inner workings could be seen through the huge hole.

Inner workings of Rear End

Inner workings of a Rear End

We weren’t going anywhere.  Not until this got fixed.  We couldn’t even deliver the trucks until this major problem got fixed.

Joe, ever the resourceful man that he is, called the International dealership and told them of our problem then asked if there were a Ford Service Center near.  There were several of them.  Every one he called told him it would be several days before we could even get the pickup into the shop to be examined.  Norris Ford was the last one on his list.  They told him to bring the pickup in anytime he could.

Sounds easy.  Right?  Just tow the pickup right on over there and get it in the shop bays.  No problem.

Only problem was we had to get there with the trucks still connected while towing the pickup behind.  Most service shops are not equipped to handle 13 foot tall trucks that are about 40 feet long.  Joe told them about our problem and he was assured they would be able to get us in yet that day.

Looking at the photo below, you can see the building is vast.  You also can see, at the bottom where the red arrow is, we had to get the trucks in that door way.

Norris Ford - Dundalk, MD

Norris Ford – Dundalk, MD

We were the “Circus that came to town” that morning.  Joe drove into the building and pulled far enough in for the mechanics to get a tractor with a ball hitch hooked onto the tow hitch of the pickup.  I disconnected the pickup from Joe’s trucks and he drove forward more inside the building.  The tractor was driven between the space that was left and connected to the pickup.

This photo is not of Gracie but it is of the hitch the tractor had to connect to.

Pickup hitch

Pickup hitch

Once Gracie was moved into a shop bay area and clear of the entry Joe had to back out of the shop.  To do that I had to get in the back truck, take the seat belt off the steering wheel and get seated as though I were driving the truck.

In this situation there are no brakes for me to apply if Joe needs to stop.  No matter how often I pumped the brake pedal nothing was going to happen except cause me to freak out more than I already was.  So trying to remain calm and not let everyone in the shop know that this was only the SECOND TIME I would be “Fire Trucking” this crazy mess out the door because Joe couldn’t see back there, I just held onto the steering wheel and watched where the truck was going.

Of course, without the engine running, steering that dead truck was a task all by itself.  No power steering.  I had to watch the road in front of me while I kept track of the building’s doorway and walls.  Joe backing the long trucks out while I steered from behind.

As you can imagine we had an audience.  This was no time for a panic attack and lose my brain.  I had to help get us safely out of there.

It took several minutes of Joe carefully backing and me making the steering adjustments to finally be free of the building and out in the open parking lot.  Joe had quite a group of men around him that told him they had never seen anything like that.  Thankfully there was nobody that came over to me to gush over the sight they had seen.  I busied myself with getting the steering wheel tied back down and ready for Joe to drive out of there.

We had to rent a car to make our delivery then wait out the couple days for the repair to be made.

By the way.  I want to tell you that Norris Ford was AWESOME!  By the time that Joe called them to let them know of our blown out rear end and the added problem of having to enter there service area with the trucks then drive over to their shop, they had the repair already in the works.  Someone had been tasked to go to a junk yard and find a junk truck with the proper rear end and axle to replace the one in our Gracie.

When we were ready to leave and make Joe’s delivery the junk truck was already in the shop and Gracie was well on her way to being taken apart for the work to be done on her.

That rear end repair made by Norris Ford lasted us for another couple of years.  That story is for another time.


Condoms. An essential supply for a chase vehicle.

Today’s blog post is by a contributing author.  Joe will be writing this post.  I gave him free rein to write whatever he wanted to on this subject.

New Tricks for an old dog!  I have resisted my beautiful brides attempts at writing a blog.  Until now, that is.  This is a subject I just couldn’t pass up.  Well, shall we begin this journey down memory lane.

When I was a kid (really long ago) my family would set around the dinner table, especially at Thanksgiving and Christmas, and talk about the “good old times”.  These conversations ran the gamut from my grandpa’s secret weapon, only used at harvest time, to the World War that was just passed.  At the time it was known as the World War.  The Second was only added some time later (I don’t know when that happened).  Some of the things that were talked about became items that were very useful to me in later years.  Grandpa’s secret weapon was, of course, my grandma.  Grandpa had a very large and deep ice house.  You must remember at the beginning of the last century (1900) there were no home ice making machines.  Some of grandpa’s neighbors laughed at his large ice house, saying that he sure wasted a lot of time digging such a large one and that it took such a long and arduous time to fill it.  There was madness to his scheme, which I was told, that none of his close neighbors ever figured out.

To fill the ice house you had to wait until the local stream froze over to a good depth, usually about six to eight inches or more.  You went to it with an ice auger, ice saw, and ice tongs.  You drilled a starting hole with the ice auger and then proceeded to cut the ice into large chunks and remove them to a small wagon.  When the wagon was full you took it to the ice house and packed the pieces in with a large amount of wheat straw that had been saved from the wheat harvest to insulate each of them.  When the ice house was full it was kept full till spring (which was just around the corner) by adding more ice as some was used until the stream was no longer frozen thick enough to walk on.  This ice, from such a large ice house, was usually available most of the year.  At harvest time grandpa always had the pick of the hired field hands to help him. Usually by harvest time all of the other farmers in the area were well into their ice storage and would only use it for their own needs.  Grandma always seemed to have an endless supply of ICED TEA for the field hands in the hot summer weather as well as the best vittles served to the field hands in the area.  Hence grandpa always calling her his “secret weapon”.  He had the pick of the best field hands because of her and her ICED TEA.  Thank you very much for “too large”  of an ice house.   All you business owners today should keep this lesson close.  It might make a big difference in the bottom line.  You think maybe happy workers are the best?

When I started doing this job I pulled my pickup behind the truck or trucks.

The towed vehicle configuration

The towed vehicle configuration

In doing so I had to have some way of disconnecting the differential from the transmission.  My first tow vehicle was our 1985 Ford F250 Diesel pickup.  This truck had a manual transfer case that could be set into neutral and the truck could be towed forever.  The reason behind this is the fact that the transmission has no internal lubrication when only the rear shaft is turning, like when the truck is put into neutral and allowed to move in some manner.  If you pull the vehicle while it is in neutral you will destroy the transmission, from the rear, by having the differential turn the rear shaft of the transmission without any lubrication, thereby ruining the bearings on the shaft.  I pulled my first 1971 Ford F100 pickup, which had a three speed column shift, in neutral and destroyed the transmission, so I am speaking from first hand experience.  The transfer case in my 85 had a rear pump and it would lubricate the gears in the transfer case just fine.  When the engine blew up I had to find another tow vehicle.  Enter our “new” truck Gracie.   She is a 1986 Ford F150 pickup with a C6 automatic transmission just like the 85 but, without the transfer case.  What to do?

Well at that time the answer was to simply “pull the drive line” thereby removing the connection from the transmission to the differential.  This was accomplished by crawling under the pickup, removing the “U bolts”  holding the “U” joint to the differential.  You then have to tie the drive line up out of the way and keep it from hitting the ground while you are moving down the road.

Photo courtesy of      Author: oldturkey03            https://www.ifixit.com/Guide/2003+Ford+F150+Driveshaft+U-joint+rear+Replacement/24873

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The only problem with this is the fact that the drive line is under the truck secured up and bouncing down the road.  My “U joint” is only similar to the one in the picture as mine was held on with “U” bolts.  Once the “U” bolts were removed you had to secure the bearing caps on the cross of the “U” joint.  If this was not done well you could loose a cap or two and then have a real problem.  I used several methods to keep the caps in place but, they all have some type of a problem in the end.  So!  Answer!  Remove the whole drive line.  This is accomplished by pulling it off the splined shaft on the end of the carrier bearing.  I could then put the drive line in the back of the pickup bed and keep it secure and clean for the next job.  See the pic below.

Photo courtesy of    a Ford Repair site       http://www.ford-trucks.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=56794&stc=1&d=1340240865

As always with a solution comes new problems.  When it came time to replace the drive line and go to the next job I had to clean out the splines before I put the shaft back on.  The splines usually had grease on them and would attract and keep all sorts of nasty things that would not be good for the shaft when it was reinstalled.  After doing this several times I thought I had to find a better way to do this job.  I was laying on the wet roadway when I had a flashback.  Sometimes my mind jumps from one picture to another, to another, and yet to another so fast that I will be in another world in less time than it takes me to blink.  Just ask my beautiful bride about how my mind can jump in a conversation from talking about flowers to sitting in a train car in Central America in less than a second, sometimes leaving her wondering where I went.

JUMP, JUMP, FLASHBACK!

Now to the condoms.  During the World War our troops were issued PK Rations or some form of field rations.  These usually included; a meal (misnomer, if ever there was one), pack of cigarettes, fire starter of some sort, other items I can’t remember, and a pack of condoms.  After looking at the films that were prepared for the troops about STD’s you wonder why even bother but, our leaders know best.  The stories went that the condoms were best used for keeping water and dirt out of their rifle barrels.  Unroll the condom over the end of the gun and when you had to pull the trigger you knew the gun would work as advertised.  This worked well when we went hunting in the winter time.  Crossing small creeks, fences, and other impediments were hard to do with getting something on or in your gun.  Condoms worked well for keeping the barrel free from debris.  FLASH!  Why wouldn’t this work on the splined shaft?  Answer:  It works well.  Just unroll it over the spline and when you get to where you are going take it off and put on the shaft.  Bingo.  Job done.

After removing and installing the drive line more times than I would like to remember, I stumbled upon a driver who had a REMCO Quick Disconnect installed on his tow vehicle.  He just had to reach under and slide a coupling in place and his drive line was back in operation.  I had to have one of these.  I looked up Remco in Omaha, Nebraska, and went to their shop and purchased one of their kits, including the “from the cab” operation device.  This item worked for some time.

Drive Shaft Coupling With out Driveshaft

Remember from above:  As always with a solution comes new problems.

We had some problems with it and the factory replaced it three times.  One of the problems happened in Baltimore, Maryland, but that is for another post from my beautiful bride.  She will tell you how she learned to “fire truck” our setup as well but, that’s for another time.

Until then, “Be well and do good things.”  Oneablefox said that.

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I hope you have enjoyed this feature author, my awesome husband Joe.  If you would like to read more posts written by Joe please let me know in the comment section.  I think I can twist his arm a little :D

Leslie


Where were you on December 31, 1999?

I don't remember where this was taken

I don’t remember where this was taken

1999 was a crazy year.  There were rumors of total devastation and ruin.  The electric grid would fail and everyone worldwide would be out of power.  Water supplies would be contaminated because all the pump stations would be shut down from the power loss.  Filling stations would not be able to sell gas or diesel because of the power outage.  Banks would close their doors because there would be no money or no way of knowing how much money anyone had in their bank accounts.  Computers were going to all stop working come January 1, 2000.  Cell phones and telephones would all be down and no one would be able to call for help.  Police would be overwhelmed with trying to manage the weirded out population.  Hospitals would stay open as long as they could using their generators until they, too, shut down.

There were stories everywhere of people stocking up on bottled water and canned foods.  Some grocery stores were nearly left empty from the deluge of shoppers preparing to live a life similar to the movies of Mad Max and other apocalyptic movies depicting life after a major catastrophe.  Gun sales went up late summer and far into December.  People had to have a way of protecting themselves from marauders who wanted to steal their hoarded goods.

It was a totally crazy time.  Truck drivers talked about it all the time.  That was the topic of conversation when a group of men were gathered together.  There were people that didn’t believe it would happen and life would go on just like any other day.  There were people that were positive they would be stuck out in the middle of nowhere, far from the safety of their family.

Computer programers were working themselves to a frazzle figuring out a way to write code that would be implemented for the banks, corporations, and governmental agencies to continue on.  I don’t really know what all the panic was about except to say that ALL of the computer’s date feature did not go past December 31, 1999.  Whomever created the coding for the first computers in the early days picked an arbitrary date and left it.  No one had thought to change the code over the years until they were faced with this calamity.

Joe and I had delivered trucks in California somewhere and were on our way home in the pickup.  We stopped for the night in Albuquerque, New Mexico and stayed at the Best Western on December 31, 1999.  We talked about the real possibility we would not be able to buy gasoline to get home.  Any money we had waiting in our mailbox or already in the bank may just be worthless paper.

We went to bed with our own thoughts on what we were going to face come morning.  I don’t know about Joe but I do remember having a fitful nights sleep.  I think I was awake most of the night.  Any noise out in the hallway of the hotel made me suspect the door would be forced open and some crazed person would rush in and commit all manner of mayhem.

The alarm feature of my wrist watch went off at 5:30 a.m.  I sat up in bed and, tentatively, turned the switch of the night table lamp.  I remember being afraid to do it, turn the light on.  What if?  If the light doesn’t come on does that mean everything was true?  What if the light does come on?  Does that mean the general public had been lead to crazy town all year long?

Well, I had to find out.  I turned the switch and the light came on.  Yes!  The power grid had not failed in Albuquerque, New Mexico anyway.  Next thing to do was check Joe’s cell phone to see if there was a signal.  His phone was fine and working properly.  Next item of business was to call our bank’s 800 number and see if I could get through and find out if we still had money to get home.  The irritating recorded message at the bank with all the commands to push that number and then this number, enter this information and that information, were like music to my ear as I listened.  With an excited yelp I told Joe that we still had access to our bank account and could get home.

New Year’s Day, January 1, 2000, in Albuquerque, New Mexico dawned windy and cold.  There were voices heard on our floor and down the hallway.  Excited voices.  Happy voices.  Laughter and calls out saying they knew everything would be just fine.  The staff at the hotel front desk were happy and laughing at each other for being so scared of what could have been.  The restaurant staff at the hotel were glad to see us and were happy to be of service to us.

The pall of gloom and doom that had infected everyone for nearly the entire year had been lifted.  Now the jokes came out.  “What are you going to do with the cases of canned tuna you bought?”  Truck drivers chided each other over the amount of bottled water they had stored in their trucks.  There were a few that said they could have free showers now.  Just use the bottles of water they had stockpiled.

The people we encountered on our journey home made me thankful that everything worked out well.  People came together to work out a problem to make sure our lives could go on just as normal.  They poked fun at themselves for having been so scared and panicked – over NOTHING.

What are your memories about the turn of the new century?  Where were you?  Did you stockpile canned goods and water?  Were you one of the many who bought a generator to power your home and keep your refrigerator working?

Stay tuned.  You never know what will come out on this blog.  I have boxes of photos I’ve gone through and put in year order.  Looking through the photos brought back tons of memories and I will be sharing them with you.

Sorting photos

Sorting photos

Joe picked up trucks in Fontana, California bound for Georgia.  He made a stop in Arizona to see family there.  He got to love on our grand-daughters as well as their Mom and Dad.

The adorable twins

The adorable twins

Joe loving on those precious babies

Joe loving on those precious babies

I sincerely hope that everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving day spent with family and friends.

Leslie


A Honeymoon – of sorts. Riding along in Drive-Away Transport.

I rode with Joe for about 2 years before I started driving.  Joe had been out on the road by himself with the Gravity Boom for several months while I stayed at home.  We had been married for a little over 9 years at this time.  When I’m left to my own devices I spend a lot of time in introspection and learning about who and what I am as a person.

Uhm….sometimes the journey into self awareness took me down some peculiar paths.  At that time I learned of the concept of a Gratitude Journal.  Having no one to guide me and give me direction, except the book itself, I worked at getting my depressed self up off the floor and into clothes other than pajamas.  My only company, while alone at home, was a cat and a dog.  They were of no substantial help in my self awareness journey.  I mean, neither one of them told me that it was high time to get the stink off and go take a shower and get dressed.  Neither one of them told me that I needed to get something to eat.

Poor Joe.  He would call me during the day and tell me about his adventures out on the road.  Trucks breaking down, or a flat tire that left him sitting on the highway shoulder for 3 or more hours waiting for a service truck to arrive.  He would tell me about the price of fuel and how much he felt we were being gouged by Big Oil.  Let me remind  you…..diesel fuel at that time was $2.75 a gallon.  Oh, to have those prices back again!

He would ask me about my day and what was happening.  I think it was his attempt to nudge me into doing something.  Well, let me tell you.  I had my husband wondering if I had gone off the deep end a few times.  He would call one day – several times mind you.  About the 7th time he called I would be ready to chew his head off, and I did do exactly that on some days.  So you can probably imagine his confusion when one day he calls me about the 5th time, Gritting his teeth and getting ready for a pretty  hostile response from me.  What he got, instead, was a non stop blab fest of how much I loved him and I was very grateful he was in my life.

Frankly, there were a few times I had to ask if he were still on the line – he was dumbfounded into speechlessness.

I learned about Iyanla Vanzant during that time.  Her book – One Day My Soul Just Opened Up – helped me to look at my life differently.  This book and the Gratitude Journal kept me from going off the deep end.  Literally.  All the time I was alone gave me way too much time to think about the wreck I had made of our early married life with his kids and mine.  It was time to get this wreck cleaned up and there was no one but me to do it.

When Joe came home for Christmas of 1999 I asked if I could go along with him the beginning of 2000.  “I can help you get hooked up and deliver the trucks.”  Joe was happy to have me come along with him.

The first several months on the road with him were like going on a Honeymoon.  He was taking me to far flung places.  We enjoyed each others company.  He taught me the physically demanding work of getting the trucks ready for transport or delivery.  We slept in the trucks each  night and in hotels during the deadhead between moves.  He took me to odd little truck stops or restaurants.  Bought me little gifts along the way.

Our cat had disappeared the previous Halloween and she never came back home.  Poor Wendy.  I never found her again.  Our dog, Princess, came with us.

I saw odd structures that were not quite barns.  I would later learn they were tobacco barns.  I saw trees everywhere along the interstate.  Our poor dog found happiness wherever she could, even it was watching the outside world through a window.

 

Tobacco sheds, tree lined roads, and a dog wanting out in the snow in Virginia

Tobacco sheds, tree lined roads, and a dog wanted out in the snow in Virginia

I took photos of nearly everything I could see.  It was a crazy time and I was a crazy woman with a camera.  I looked out the mirror to see our pickup bringing up the rear in our travels.  Cactus thriving under a blanket of snow in Selma, North Carolina.  My appreciation of barns and farm structures began in those first few months.

 

Gracie bringing up the rear, cactus in the snow, barn structures in fields.

Gracie bringing up the rear, cactus in the snow, barn structures in fields.

I learned a few things about historical landmarks.  The stone building in the photo below was constructed in 1778 by Hessian prisoners of war.  That building was used as an EconoLodge hotel office.  The hotel part was added later and we stayed there many times.  This building is located in Staunton, Virginia.  On Interstate 81.  (I think that is the highway :/.)

The rock walls of Virginia were fascinating to me.  Seeing trees growing out of that hard granite rock and some intrepid souls had painted their mark on the rock face.

The many wonders of Virginia

The many wonders of Virginia

For the most part I enjoyed my time with Joe on the road.  I traveled with him “illegally” because Coldiron Companies had a “No Rider” policy so I had to keep a low profile so he would not be fired from the job.  I wasn’t hiding very well.  Most of the dispatchers knew I was along with Joe.  Having the dog along was a pleasure and a trial.  Waiting for her to find just the right spot to poop made me crazy.  Especially on the days the biting cold winter winds made me feel like my bones were going to freeze.  Being squished against the cold rear wall of the sleeper bunk at night was not much fun either but we were all together.

Stick with me.  I’m just laying the ground work of the advent of Joe’s trailer.  It was during these months that Joe was working out the details in his head.  He knew there had to be a better way of moving these trucks with the pickup between them instead of following behind all the time.  There were a lot of expenses involved in having our “chase vehicle” being pulled along behind.  Tires, drivelines, axles catching fire, engine problems, and all kinds of other fun things that happened to leave us stranded at the side of the road.

If you think that this time on the road with Joe was all romance, I’m going to burst your bubble.  Just think about the long road trips you have been on.  Either as a child with your family or as an adult taking the trips with your family.  Now just consider the fun and frustration you had for one or two weeks.  Joe and I had that for over 45 weeks a year.  There were many days that I was a very ungrateful person.  :/

Leslie

 


The Gravity Boom – 1999

Hello there.  I have been neglecting this blog for long enough.  Time to make amends and get reacquainted with you all.

My truck driving days are over.  I went out the first of this month (November 2014) and it was a total disaster.  My body and kidneys rebelled against this idea.

In trying to figure out what I would do to contribute to this blog, without totally abandoning it altogether, I have given Joe the task of taking photos of the trucks he’s  now moving by himself.  So, while I await him following instructions I will fill the time with telling you the “history” of the trailer Joe uses in his work.

Way, way back.  March 1999 to be exact.  Joe designed and built a “Gravity Boom”.  This boom was carried on special ramps and rigging on the back of our old red pickup truck.  At that time the pickup was already over 12 years old.

Gravity Boom on the red truck

Gravity Boom on the red truck

The “Stinger” piece rode on the left side of the pickup bed on a ramp all its own.  Joe engineered these two pieces to roll down their ramps for ease of installation and removal.  This Gravity Boom, and the support structure,  weighs well over 1,000 pounds.

The “Stinger” is the first to come off the racks.  It is mounted to the 5th wheel of the truck to be towed.

Stinger piece

Stinger piece

Once the Stinger is released from the track and free of the pickup, the guide bar is centered on the rear frame member.

Stinger installed

Stinger installed

The pickup is then moved to the back of the truck that will be driven and the Gravity Boom will be attached to that truck’s 5th wheel.

Extending the Gravity Boom

Extending the Gravity Boom.

With the aid of a hand cranked winch system, the boom is lowered to the rear frame member of the truck as the pickup is driven slowly forward.  The winch keeps the boom from slamming down on the truck’s frame and damaging it.  It also keeps the pickup from being shot forward or damaged as the boom could squirt it out like a watermelon seed.

The winch also keeps the heavy piece of steel from being a lethal weapon before it is stubbed into the 5th wheel and secured.  Yes, it has happened and it is one terrifying sight to behold.  Getting that monster piece of steel off the ground and where it needs to be entails a forklift to do the work that mere mortals are not able to do.

The boom portion of the Gravity Boom

The boom portion of the Gravity Boom

Getting the two trucks connected was fairly simple.  The truck Joe would drive would be backed up to the towed truck.  A bottle jack would be holding the boom up off the rear frame member.  Once the trucks were positioned correctly the jack would be lowered and the boom would rest on the stinger.  Backing up the front truck and locking the two pieces together would raise the rear tires of the back truck off the ground.

Gravity Boom loaded

Gravity Boom loaded

Delivering the trucks was easy.  Once Joe was in the designated area to unload he removed a holding steel pin from the boom,  then back in the driving truck he would back up then slam on the brakes.  The back truck would be released to run willy nilly until the rear wheels met the ground.  The rear brakes kept the truck from going further than about 10 feet.  The Gravity Boom would slide apart and the truck would be on the ground and in a position to get the boom pieces back on their racks on the pickup.

Joe has a story to tell about some well meaning person had disengaged the rear axle air brakes by pushing in the knob.  When Joe delivered to a brand new dealership – his two trucks were the very first vehicles on the whole entire lot.  When the rear truck was shoved free of the Gravity Boom that truck just kept right on going.  Heading directly to the fancy new dealership building.  It, safely, came to rest just about six feet from the front door of the building.  You want to talk about terror – that was a day Joe will remember for many, many years.

Personally, without any bias, I think Joe is amazing.  His engineering skills are astounding, and the products he makes last longer than any of our vehicles do.

The pickup was then attached to the front of the back truck and was drug around by the nose all across this country.

Pickup  hitch

Pickup hitch

Joe designed and built several different hitches for all the different trucks he would be moving.  None of them were the same.  Different truck, different hitch system.  He had one for Peterbilts, Kenworths, Macks, Freightliners, and Volvos.  The steel pieces for the hitches went with him everywhere and were stored in the bed of the pickup.

Sometime in May of 1999 this poor old red truck suffered the indignity of a blown engine.  That truck had two previous engine replacements throughout the years that Joe had it.  He worked that truck pretty hard and it did everything it could to keep up with him.

Sadly, that old truck was replaced with a newer model.  The newer truck was only “New” to Joe.  This pickup truck already had close to 10 years on it.  A 1989 Ford F-150.  I’m not sure what the year and model is of the old red truck.

The newer pickup to do the job

The newer pickup to do the job

For several years we traveled the country with “Gracie” and the Gravity Boom.  I can’t even hazard a guess at how many trucks were moved during those years.  It is feasible that Joe and Gracie put in 1,000,000 miles together.

Gracie was willful at times.  She came loose from her hitch a couple times while Joe was driving on one road or another.  She got loose on I-35 north of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma and nearly killed him.  Joe nearly had a heart attack as he watched that rebellious girl come free and do some sight seeing on her own.  Gracie wound up in the median ditch, thankfully nothing and no one was harmed in that fiasco.  Poor Joe, he was at the breaking point with that willful old girl.

It would be another couple of years – 2002 to be exact – before the very first RapidHook Trailer would be built.

I’ll save that story for another blog post.

Leslie

p.s.  Joe is delivering a couple of “problem children” to Las Alamitos, California.  They were purchased at auction.  One truck is festooned with documents of repair and service work done on it.  He will deliver these trucks later this afternoon.

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Recovering from Sepsis. An extremely slow process.

Anyone that has had a massive infection run riot through their body will tell you they are nothing compared to what they used to be.  A previously active and upbeat person will seem to have a total personality change.  The person recovering from Sepsis will be easily fatigued, dizzy, nauseated, heart palpitations, shortness of breath, and sweating more than normal.

This is what I am experiencing.  Two weeks ago, when we first got home, we had to go to the grocery store.  I didn’t make it very far in the store and had to find a place to sit down before I passed out.  A week later, and another trip to the grocery store, I was able to make it through the store with the aid of a shopping cart to support my wobbly self.

Grocery shopping

Grocery shopping

Joe is in front of me with the main cart while I bring up the rear.  For the first time in several years….Joe walks faster than I do.  Normally I am far ahead and have to wait for him to catch up to me.  Now it is the other way around.  And of course, there was no way I was going to ride one of those motorized carts around the store :/  By the time we were finished with the small amount of shopping we had to do I was totally wiped out.

Nauseous, headache that would not go away, falling asleep in the car on the way home (a two mile drive), and my body felt weighted down.  Kind of like in that nightmare dream phase when you can’t run away from whatever monster is chasing you.  Once inside the house I had to go sit down for a while.  Joe brought in the groceries and put most of them away.

There were no further adventures for the remainder of the week.

At home I go through periods when I feel energized.  Feeling like my old self again.  Ready to take on a small cleaning chore.  Let me tell you….there are NO SMALL CLEANING CHORES!

Joe’s bathroom needed to be cleaned.  This small bathroom took me about 5 hours to only get it half finished.

Joe's bathroom

Joe’s bathroom

Cleaning the toilet took me an hour to do.  Stooping over to clean the base and the floor around it made me light headed, dizzy, and nauseous.  I squirted a bowl cleaning product in the toilet and left it to do its work while I went to lie down until I didn’t feel so ill.  Swishing out the toilet bowl and wiping down the seat and tank left me drenched in sweat and wobbly on my feet.  Just cleaning the toilet made me feel like I had done an aerobics class.

Cleaning the sink, mirror, and door of the cabinet was the last thing I got done in that bathroom.  The tub still has not been cleaned and I’m not even sure it will get cleaned in the near future.

While I was in Arizona, Home Depot had a mega sale on the Shark Steam Mop.  I picked up one for $48.  That device normally sells for $70 to $100.  That was before I became ill and had all kinds of pleasant thoughts of cleaning my home.

Shark Steam Mop

Shark Steam Mop

I used the Shark Steam Mop on Joe’s bathroom floor.  It did a great job and I was quite pleased with the results of the mop.  Not so much with the results of my physical abilities afterward.  That was the end of my 5 hour cleaning stint and it took me three days to recover from that.

The nausea hits me at the oddest times.  When I get warm, go outside in the sunlight, or exert a bit of energy.  Following the nausea comes a headache that begins at the base of my skull and moves to the top of my head.  This headache remains for several hours and will sometimes make my vision blurry.

Another thing I am experiencing is not quite a depression, but a frustration with myself.  I will feel really great.  I will feel like there is nothing wrong with me.  Do something that entails a little exertion and I get overwhelmed with fatigue and then feeling sick to my stomach followed by a headache.  This is really frustrating.  I don’t want to spend my days sitting on my butt and doing nothing!

I have lost interest in doing my craft stuff because I just can’t muster the strength to even think about being creative.  That really has bothered me.  I have had moments where I feel great and think I could gather a few things together and make a card.  The process of gathering items together to make the card is just as hard on me, physically, as cleaning the crazy toilet!

I thought, how about doing something for myself.  Do a bit of grooming and put on some makeup to make myself feel better.  What used to take about 5 to 7 minutes from this face….

My bare face.

My bare face.

To this face took 50 minutes to do.  A lot of fanning myself between product applications to stop the sweating and heart palpitations.  Thankfully no dizziness or nausea.

Made up face

Made up face.

So, recuperating from Sepsis – even though mine was caught in time – is enough to make me feel really frustrated and wonder if I’m going bonkers.

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Today I had a burst of energy and decided to clean my kitchen counters and stove.  This is only as far as I got in 25 minutes before I was brought down to reality.

Trying to clean my kitchen

Trying to clean my kitchen.

The photo is out of focus and wobbly because I was battling myself to stay upright, breathe, and conquer the dizziness.

What I’m learning about Sepsis recovery is that it is not like exercising at the gym or working out.  Pushing yourself just a little further each day to go further or go longer “Ain’t Gonna Happen”.

When I feel I have good energy and want to do something, even vacuuming the floor, is the time to make an effort.  Take the time necessary to sit out the dizzy spell and the nausea.  If it takes an hour to vacuum the floor then take the hour and call your day DONE!

Drink A LOT OF WATER!  Don’t get hot.  If going outside in the hot sun makes you feel sick then just don’t go.  I think my having been dehydrated and having Heat Exhaustion along with the Sepsis has made me more intolerant to the heat than normal.

When a headache starts, after the nausea, get sat down or lie down until it passes.  Exerting more energy and pushing yourself further to complete a task will do your body more harm and lengthen the healing process.

I have been working on this blog post for three days now.  Updating it and adding stuff to it as I go.  It is time to get this uploaded and hopefully help someone else who is going through this know that they are not alone in the frustration and feeling like a fraud when we tell our family members that we just don’t have the energy to do something.

Leslie


At home – recovering from Sepsis.

Sepsis is a bacterial infection in the body that can, and does, kill people.  The infection is caused by many different factors.  A hospital stay, after surgery, untreated bug bites, animal bites, and in my case a Urinary Tract Infection (UTI).

Sepsis is NOT something to be taken lightly.  Sepsis can cause serious damage to the internal organs and it can lead to the amputation of legs, feet, hands, arms, or all of the limbs.  The death rate from Sepsis is quite high.

 

I am grateful for my husband, Joe, and our daughter, Loreli, who is an ICU Trauma Nurse for getting me the medical care I needed to fight this infection and live through it with minimal effects.

I will tell you my story, in hopes that it will help someone else in the early stages to get proper medical care before the worst of this infection can take hold and cause irreparable damage or lead to death.

I was in Arizona with our daughter who delivered twins on Father’s Days – June 12, 2014.  I spent a month with her and our son-in-law as they dealt with getting to know their two sweet daughters and being first time parents.  It was a delight to hold and care for these two precious babies and pass on some of my experience to these bewildered kids.  My main function was to do the cooking and cleaning to allow Carissa and Jaime the freedom to care for these new babies.

While in Arizona, I did not drink water as much as I should have.  Being outside with their cute little dog to take care of his business, sweep the porch of all the falling leaves from the surrounding trees that took over the cute little porch area caused me to sweat a lot.  I did not take care of myself in that unforgiving heat.

Leaving Arizona and heading back home to take care of laundry and few other things before Joe and I set out to get back into our truck driving job for a couple more months I still was not hydrating myself with water.  Working in the heat and humidity of Dallas, Texas in the hot sun doing further damage to myself by not hydrating properly I developed a Urinary Tract Infection.

Treating myself with cranberry juice from truck stops and finally trying to hydrate myself with water was mostly “Too Little Too Late”.  I had a 10 day period of trying to fight off the UTI myself, which only caused it to worsen.  It got to the point that I was leaving blood spots when I used the facilities.  My kidneys were shutting down from this severe infection.

After we delivered our second set of trucks from Dallas, Texas to Wilmington, Ohio and making the return trip for the third set I began having intense pain at my right kidney.  So much pain that it became a burning sensation from my hip to my shoulder on the right side.  Most of the heat and pain was located at my right kidney or “Right Flank” in medical terminology.

We stopped in Effingham, Illinois for the night.  I don’t remember much of the events of that evening.  By this time the Urinary Tract Infection had turned to Sepsis and I was in deep trouble.

I was cold.  I had the shivers.  A bad case of the shivers where my entire body shook in rapid convulsive waves and I could not stop it.  I remember shivering so badly and just wanting to go to bed and get under the covers to warm up.  My next memory is of three men in our room all trying to wrap me in the bed sheets and move me somewhere.  I thought they were trying to roll me up in the bed clothes and kill me.  Joe had called an ambulance for me and it was the EMT’s that were doing their job.  The next thing I remember is being wheeled down a few halls and taken into a room for a CT Scan and a chest X-Ray.  I woke from time to time when my blood pressure was being taken or someone drew blood.

My medical diagnosis in the hospital was SEPSIS, UTI, AMS, HEAT EXHAUSTION.  I was admitted to the ER on Friday night, 8/1/14 and discharged Sunday morning 8/3/14.  Because of the quick actions of Joe, the urging of our daughter Loreli to call for an ambulance, and the medical treatment I received at the hospital I can tell you that I was extremely fortunate in the care I was given.

As to this severe infection, it caused me to hallucinate or be in an “Altered Mental State” or AMS.  According to Joe I began acting very strange.  I called  him “Karen” instead of Joe.  I told him there was a man with gold front teeth that wanted to trade his teeth for my front teeth.  He also told me that I was combative with the EMT’s who came to our hotel room.  I would not allow them to get me on the stretcher and into the ambulance.  Joe tells me that I kept telling all of them I did not need to go to the hospital.  Once in the hospital I continued to be combative with the doctors and nurses telling them  I was fine and didn’t need medical attention for a Urinary Tract Infection.

I don’t remember any of this.  I do remember going into deep sleeps that seemed to be for long periods of time.  The bed I was on in the hospital room had an alarm that sounded with I stood up.  That brought several nurses running to the room and all of them were pushing me back onto the bed and telling me I was not to get out of bed for any reason.  Using the bathroom required the use of the nurse call button, being steadied by strong hands when I stood up and walked.  I had to be supervised in the bathroom and my return to the bed.

I was given about six bags of saline via IV during my hospital stay.  I was also given two to three antibiotics administered via IV and a Sulfa drug antibiotic upon release from the hospital.

I’m weak, and easily tired.  There is not much physical activity I can do that won’t make me extremely tired and in need of a nap.  For the past seven days I have been out of bed most of the day.  This is going to be a long period of recuperating and getting my strength back.  Bouts of dizziness and nausea claim me when I try to do too much.  I am drinking nearly a gallon of water daily along with juices and Gatorade like products.

Today is the first day that I have felt like doing more than napping and watching television.  I won’t be back on this blog for a while, at any consistency, because I just can’t seem to muster the energy necessary.

The only thing I have wanted to do was to inform my readers of the very real problem of getting an infection and not getting it treated properly or in time.  You can find all kinds of horror stories on YouTube by doing a search for Sepsis and watching the videos of those that have “Survived” Sepsis.  I did not think this was much of anything to be concerned with, and I am extremely thankful and grateful for the intervention of Joe and Loreli to get me the medical attention I needed very badly.

Leslie


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