After the Pig trip we, @cruiserinsanity and I, said no more towing with the 80. Then he found 1985 Ford F250, straight 6, with Warn 8274 in Knoxville. Only 300 miles away, but hey, it has a tow bar, that should work. We drive up and meet Mike the 81 year old man that's selling it. It cranks up great, the inline 6 has gobs of power, shifts good enough, kinda sloppy (transmission mount is not bolted up), no parking brake, brakes are kinda soft but grab at the bottom, brake MC may be leaking or not, no two tires match in brand or age, spare is rotten, and right front tire is cracked.
Prudence would say, "Just go home, leave this with Mike." Prudence missed out on the trip. Gavin works a deal and we hitch it up. Well, the short drive, never over 30 mph, tells me that tow bar towing will not work as the F250 was pushing the back of the 80 around, as bad as towing the Pig but with a different element of sketchiness. The short drive was to be to a Harbor Freight to pick up tow lights but I plugged an Ace Hardware into the gps instead. Short drive was very informative.
Where was Gavin and his girlfriend during this short drive? In the Ford working the brakes and lights. That's was one option we considered. Gavin sits the cab while the Ford is towed and works the lights.
Option 1 out. Option 2 find a tire store and purchase at least one good tire. It's now past 1600 hrs in Knoxville and stores are nearing their time of closing but we find a Discount Tire, two tires for $280, no deal. Firestone next door, one tire for a decent price and the counter guy was good to work with. New tire mounted up and we rolled back the 300 miles home. 16 hours on the road. Sorta of a mini-version of Roadkill Garage.