This is an odd ad!

[chris vickery]

There's something to be said about solo runs. Get up, get down, drive, eat what have you at your own pace. Hold the eyes open with toothpicks as required. No pee breaks for passengers or complaint about the nefarious odors in the truck cab.
That's the way I usually fly on work assignments (and picks too!).

[rob love]

Originally Posted by chris vickery

There's something to be said about solo runs. Get up, get down, drive, eat what have you at your own pace. Hold the eyes open with toothpicks as required. No pee breaks for passengers or complaint about the nefarious odors in the truck cab.
That's the way I usually fly on work assignments (and picks too!).

I used to drive through the night until I could not drive anymore. But with older age comes the realization of mortality. I was on a deadline and could not afford a connection with a Moose, so around 11PM, it would be time to pull over. Better to pace oneself.

[chris vickery]

Been there, done that. Night driving is usually best avoided and that's my time to take a break nowadays... And then there is the Black Dog. Ever heard of it? There's a movie by the same name.

[rob love]

New one on me.

[chris vickery]

Black dog refers to a point when you are so tired that you swear you saw a black dog run across the road in front of you that really didn't exist. It is a common phenomenom in persons who are overtired to the point of delusion.
The mind begins to play tricks on you and you begin to see shadows and illusions that are not real. It is a dangerous condition.

[Jes Andersen]

When I was a lot younger, I used to visit a friend who was studying nursing at the U of A in Edmonton. I lived in Victoria would get off work at 4, catch the 5pm ferry to the mainland and drive all night. The 13 hr trip out wasn't too bad but after a weekend, little sleep, the drive back Sunday night would often have me seeing bushes at the side of the road come to life and other odd sights on the way. In those days, the CPR had a ferry that left Vancouver at 3am and arrived in Nanaimo around 5:30am. Just enough time to drive home to Victoria, change my shirt, crab a coffee and head to work. I recall one of the older fellows I worked with asking what I did on the weekend. I replied that I had been in Edmonton to visit my girlfriend. When did you get back? he asked. My reply was, About 30 minutes ago...

Its a wonder any of us survived...

[rob love]

As I mentioned previously, a 10 ton porta power did not move the barrel back into battery. So I brought home the big guns: 25 ton porta power cylinder. I went and picked up some gr70 transport chains as well which only have a safe working load of 6000 pounds or so, but have a breaking strength of over 26000 pounds. So between the two of them, I figured it should hold the energy behind the 50000 pounds of hydraulic force.

I got it all set up, and after pumping the enerpac for a bit, had the chains tight as a scottsman's wallet. I was sure the chains were going to give, but I decided to go for broke. The pump had to have been close to relief. Suddenly a big bang. I looked for the broken link, but to my surprise, the recoil had jumped two inches. So I pumped some more, and it jumped again. It never did get easy though. It made me fight right to the last inch. I got it back to where it belongs today. Normally I woudl weld a gun like this into battery, but I'm pretty sure I won't need to on this one.