It Was Late And I Was Tired . . .
or Do We Have Too Many Friends To Keep Up With?
In yesterday’s blog I tried to marry Judy Mott off to someone named Ed. But it seems she wants to stay with her present husband Dick. So much for my matchmaking ability.
I’m not sure where Ed came from, except as it said, It Was Late And I Was Tired. Jan and I both think we know another couple named Ed and Judy, but couldn’t put a last name to them.
Blog reader Rick Rousseau identified the motor in yesterday’s trike as a GM product.
Rick said that the fact that the two inner exhausts ports were spaced very close together confirmed it.
Here was my reply to Rick.
Rick,
Well, I had it narrowed down to GM, Ford, or Chrysler, LOL.
The last time I fooled around with this stuff was in mid to late 60’s, with Hemi’s, 427’s, 428’s, 429’s etc. If it wasn’t at least 400 cu.in, it wasn’t a real motor, just a hamster in a wheel.
All these high output small blocks came around after my time.
In 1965 I did shoehorn a Buick aluminum V-6 into my Triumph Spitfire along with two Judson Superchargers, one on each bank, when I was racing in the SCCA Unlimited class.
Ran like a bat out of hell, but for some strange reason I kept blowing out rear-ends. Who knew? LOL.
Greg
Today being the 72nd anniversary of the D-Day landing on the beaches of Normandy, France, got me to thinking about my late Uncle Theo.
And that got me thinking about his wife, my aunt Virginia, who still lives up in north Alabama. So I put in a call to her to check in and let her know we expect to be up there around the middle of August in visit.
I didn’t find out until years later that he had landed on Omaha Beach during the first day of the attack. But Omaha Beach was just his third campaign. He was also part of the Torch landings in North Africa and the Husky Landings in Sicily.
All in all, he fought across Europe in 7 campaigns, ending up at the Battle of Bulge in Belgium. Dug in near Bastogne, Belgium, he said it was so cold nobody wanted to fight. “We could see the enemy, but we didn’t shoot at them, and they didn’t shoot at us.”
Here’s what I wrote last May after he died. Check out the rest of the story.
Around 3pm, I got the ladder out of the truck and went up on the roof of the rig to check out my leaking rear AC. The first thing I noticed was that there was no water running off the sides of the rig on this one, but plenty from the front unit.
And as usual in a simple job like this, one that should only take about 15 minutes, it took me almost an hour to just to get to the problem. It took me about 30 minutes to get one of the four bolts loose that holds the cover on the AC unit.
Then I started taking the sheet metal cover off the evaporator unit. And of course two of the 30 odd screws that hold it on were also stuck. So out comes the big screwdriver and the hammer.
Getting the cover off and moving the evaporator coil aside, it was easy to see the problem.
That white plastic tray is the drain pan and that round hole is the actual drain. There’s one on each end of the pan and they were both stopped up with all the gunk that was floating around in the pan, and the pan was full and running over and into the intake filter below and dripping down onto the bedroom floor.
I was able to unstop the drain holes enough to get things flowing for today. But I’m going have to come back tomorrow to finish up by cleaning the evaporator coil, cleaning out the drain pan gunk, and then putting in some bleach to really clean out the drain holes. But I was wiped out for today. I’d been up there for almost two hours and the heat and sun was really starting to get to me. So I covered everything back up and came down.
Jan had been setting outside keeping an eye on me and could tell I wasn’t feeling well. When I went up on the roof it was overcast and about 80. When I came down the sun was out, and it was 88. Unfortunately it’s going to be even hotter the next few days so I may wait a few days to finish up.
But for now, the problem is fixed and it’s no longer leaking into the bedroom.
Thought for the Day:
The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men. – Plato
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