Was a little high off fumes when I took the chaotic pic! The story is I took a wrong turn that added about an hour; realized too late, whoever said they were about to have a heart attack nows the time cause it gets worse. Couldn’t have been a more abandoned piece of highway, night had settled in, back window rolled all the way, freezing my ass of with no heater to prevent me from keeling over at the wheel. (The heater actually worked but blasted me with fumes so had to keep it off). I threw on an ushanka and I kept telling the rig to keep going and that I really relied on her now. But basically this 5 hour marathon gradually climbs higher and higher until we reach the base of behemoth summit. The cruiser starts lowering its speed and I kick it into third gear, I’m going 30 up these windy steep roads almost doubting that it could give out at any minute. It kept going, and I suspected we might be pretty high up but then saw the sign that I missed in the Grainy picture: “COOPER SUMMIT ELEVATION: 7800ft”. Holy s***!! I couldn’t believe it,even with my original eff up it just kept going, It lived its whole life at sea level and did that. I cruised down the summit to 6600 feet where I stayed last night. The tales and legends of the 60 are true and I was experiencing it right before me, An engine only partially overhauled 15 years ago and the original untouched carb and systems. I could barely move my frozen hands but couldn’t have been happier. More today, more marathons but will never forget that
