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Day 2 continued...
Somehow on the prairies I made it up to a whopping 97.8km/hr (60.83mph). I'm still not sure how I got the old girl up to that speed.
My odometer didn't work so I used this app mostly to track how many KM's I was doing a day. Even though my speedo was in mph I knew I was in no danger whatsoever of being pulled over by the cops for speeding.
I rolled into Brandon Manitoba late.
I smelled like a mixture of exhaust/gasoline/manure/beef jerky/coffee. It was raining pretty hard and I was in no mood to pop a tent. I pointed the 40 at the nearest hotel I could see and drove over. When I stopped the truck I could tell I was in a bit of a daze. I could also really smell gasoline now. I walked around to the passenger side of the truck to see if I could see any gas dripping from the fuel pump. It was raining too hard to really tell but I thought I could see rainbows in the puddles under the truck, usually a good sign of a fuel leak. Or was I just that high from the fumes? Too tired to find out...
Oh yeah I forgot to mention that the spring on one of my hood latches decided to s*** the bed on day 1 of the trip. I managed to work out a "4 zip-tie system" to keep the hood latch tight. It only managed to come loose at highway speeds a couple times which scared the crap out of me.
Dramatic reenactment of my sweet zip tie setup. I was too embarrassed to take a picture of it while it was on the 40. I took this when I got new latches in the spring...
I was too high and exhausted to get my knife out and deal with the zip tie to open the hood let alone work on it in the pissing rain.
I went and checked into the hotel, ordered a pizza and I passed out.
Somehow on the prairies I made it up to a whopping 97.8km/hr (60.83mph). I'm still not sure how I got the old girl up to that speed.
My odometer didn't work so I used this app mostly to track how many KM's I was doing a day. Even though my speedo was in mph I knew I was in no danger whatsoever of being pulled over by the cops for speeding.
I rolled into Brandon Manitoba late.
I smelled like a mixture of exhaust/gasoline/manure/beef jerky/coffee. It was raining pretty hard and I was in no mood to pop a tent. I pointed the 40 at the nearest hotel I could see and drove over. When I stopped the truck I could tell I was in a bit of a daze. I could also really smell gasoline now. I walked around to the passenger side of the truck to see if I could see any gas dripping from the fuel pump. It was raining too hard to really tell but I thought I could see rainbows in the puddles under the truck, usually a good sign of a fuel leak. Or was I just that high from the fumes? Too tired to find out...
Oh yeah I forgot to mention that the spring on one of my hood latches decided to s*** the bed on day 1 of the trip. I managed to work out a "4 zip-tie system" to keep the hood latch tight. It only managed to come loose at highway speeds a couple times which scared the crap out of me.
Dramatic reenactment of my sweet zip tie setup. I was too embarrassed to take a picture of it while it was on the 40. I took this when I got new latches in the spring...
I was too high and exhausted to get my knife out and deal with the zip tie to open the hood let alone work on it in the pissing rain.
I went and checked into the hotel, ordered a pizza and I passed out.