OK. Here in spokane its getting about 9 degrees at night. Just above freezing during the day. So today I pulled the "Luv Muscle" out of the garage and took it to the Gym for a final outing. I'm on my way home and this guy just ahead is eyeing my stuff in his mirror, and casually slowing down to get a peak, I think. Knowing that I'm going to park it, and put it up for the winter, I simoultaniously pulled the tranny into 2nd and mashed the petal. The N20 was - of course- Armed as usual. So as I blew ahead a few feet and shut down to catch an upcoming stop sign, I hear Clang, clang, tingtingting....
Well I saw in my mirror a bolt go rolling off to the curb. To proud to act like it ACTUALLY came from MY rig, I kept going. The truck was still running and in tact! I looked over at this dude next to me, who waited till I looked at him to start laughing.
What-freakin-ever! Turned out it was a bolt that held part of my alternator to the block. She held till I got home. I went back Immediately and could not find it.
Hope you all can have a laugh at this. Any similar stories of embarrasment?
Also tell me this. If you drive a stocker you may not appreciate this, but after you totaly tubb, weld, cut, hack, bent, improv, swap... all the Isuzu parts out of your truck for different ones, the Adrenaline rush involved in just going around the block is unreal due to the fact that I'm not 100% nothing will go wrong. Does this happen to anyone. Just the thought of that one little oversight, the gas line thats about to burst, the wire that is going to fall off and ground out, that one weld that will break and drop 1/4 of your truck to drag on the pavement that will leave you pushing in traffic. hey, screw skydivng, what a RUSH!
"G"