That's probably the best idea I've ever had. Because honestly, what awesome person doesn't love a big truck? With big tires? Making big noises? In big mud? Especially with a guy as handsome as my Christopher behind the wheel slamming gears? I mean, for real....is that not the greatest combination of fantastic that ever existed? Who could really resist such an idea?
And, then...something even more awesome than my idea happened: he agreed with me!(Not so much on the name, but sometimes in life you have to compromise.) Within days, he had a few lined up and the mud truck shopping commenced. The first couple we looked at didn't pan out...but in the midst of the search for the perfect truck, Christopher got to meet Andy. Famous Andy, that our Tahoe (Andy Norris) is named after. Andy, who sold me Andy, is a definite character of his own sort. Christopher meeting him shed a whole new light on the Tahoe's name that he would have never seen...and for that, I am grateful.
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| "I think we'll call him Roger." |
A day or so later, Christopher found Ricky's old mud truck on Craigslist...just chillen in Maysville, looking like it looks. Sitting there like it was destined to make it's way back into the hands of the boys 'round here.
So on Sunday of Memorial Day weekend we took us a a road trip to Maysville. A little look at this and a gander at that later, we we're bringing Roger home. And praying to 6 pound 8 ounce sweet baby Jesus, in his little baby Jesus manger, that Roger didn't completely destroy and/or take the life of our precious Andy in the process.
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| "Go Andy, Go. Stop Andy, Stop." |
Now, Andy is a lot of things, mostly a race truck but other things too...one thing he is NOT, is meant to haul a mud truck bigger than him. And his brakes aren't meant to stop a trailer that's carrying a mud truck bigger than him. And Christopher's nerves weren't prepared to drive Andy, who was more dragging than hauling a mud truck bigger than him on a trailer that the brakes wouldn't stop. What a long strange 3 hours that was.
Once Roger was home safely, he made a few trips around the yard, and down the road. Some of his extended family came to meet him, and then he went to Ricky's to undergo mechanical surgeries and fixes and such. First things first...
...this spacer plate thingy, or should I say this DISCONTINUED spacer plate thingy, that was attached to the transfer case via boogered up bolt, was broken. And I don't mean slighty broken, I mean fuckin' broken.
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| "What about the black one? Why are there two black ones? Waynie!" |
Then we were on to the fun stuff. MSD ignition box, coil, wires, males & females, zip ties and...well, just one big abundant hot mess of fun...that no one knew a damn thing about.
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| "Oh, that module should've came out of the distrubutor?" |
One thing I learned during this installation process, is that you just can't stop a batch of geniuses in a garage, especially when they have phones and access to Tech Support and Google.
Shit. Will. Get. Done.
After a couple of days of tantrums, chucking dipsticks, and threats to "sell the junky fuckin' thing".....Roger roared again. Now, when I say he roared, I don't mean that lightly. He's also got new plugs, a new carb, new fuel pump, lines & filter, and an oil change. He even got a new rubber floor liner & carpet, and a new super cool hood & grille. :) Still not perfect, but he's come a long way!
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| At this point, Roger is lookin' snazzy...if nothing else. :) |
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| "Sometimes, he's Roger. But sometimes, he's HONKYKONG." |
Saturday, we took him out into the wild unknown for the first time. He died once. Flooded once. Ran out of gas once. But he crossed the creek, climbed a small hill, slung gravel, provided fun for a few awesome little boys, and managed to get home. (He totally won't start now that he's home, but we won't hate him for that.)
Now, I'm not sure if a bunch of mechanical talk about a mud truck interests you or not, but this has been about the only thing we've managed to get done for two weeks, and in turn - it's all I have to write about. I'm sure there will be more updates to come, and at some point the pictures will change from Christopher under the hood, to Christopher slinging mud with the Jolly Roger flying.
I'd also like to give a shout out to those who have helped us thus far, we really appreciate all the volunteered elbow grease & expertise. I'd also like to wave a big middle finger at those who have been dicks, it must really suck to be so lame that you can't appreciate a good time. I'll be thinking about all of you when we're kicking ass & taking names. :)
....and all I have left to say today is: Vroom Vroom, Mafuckas!
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