Need help realtime

[slceso]

Would've posted up sooner, but it's been nonstop.

Big thanks to the club, especially @JohnVee, @tgadd, @Beau Diddly and everyone else who reached out, but especially @elkaholic for rescuing me from a desperate situation.

I wasn't really sure what I was going to do being 2+ hours from home, dead truck + trailer, and on a school night no less! I know I'm not a top contributor to the club, and my camp manners could stand to improve a bit, but I'm really glad I found my way to ONSC and I really appreciate you guys and how you help everybody out. I hope I get the chance to return the favor sometime.


Brief recap (aka An Idiot Abroad):

So the day started at about 630 with me rolling out to FT Bragg to get that trailer. I skipped breakfast to make up time. I get on the base around 10:00 only to find that they have moved it to another lot without letting me know. After some more navigating shenanigans, and an illegal entry into a motor pool parking lot, I find the guys. Try to hitch up, and guess what, my pintle is too small for the lunette ring. so I run around the Fayetteville area for an hour or so trying, to no avail, to find a proper pintle. Ended up doing this:

Now, at about 12:30, on to Charleston to initiate the great foxwing mudship. Getting ill from having not eaten and being a bit stressed about the near calamity of not being able to hitch up and roll out without an issue. Stop for fuel and some gas station chicken, which did not settle the stomach. There was a guy (who I presumed to be homeless) using the sink to freshen up. I felt bad, but didn't want to approach him and be insulting. He didn't ask for anything, but I regretted not reaching out and offering a little help; food or whatever. Back on the road.

Unfortunately we found out that customs wasn't going to come through for us, so I started heading north again. I was about 15 mins south of I95 on I26. Stopped for the third fill-up of the day and screwed the pooch. I'm a color code/pattern recognition kind of guy so the green pump combined with anticipation of the Wendy's burger I was going to eat (really my first full meal of the day) created an error likely situation for me. To complicate matters, the credit card that I use for everything was compromised this past weekend and I didn't have a replacement yet. I used my other cards so much in sufficiently different geographical locations that they sequentially started getting declined for suspected fraudulent activity. Just icing on the cake.

The rest is history. I was able to get home around 12:30. Got to meet a top shelf mudder and learn a little more about my truck.

The trailer pulls real nice and I'm pretty happy with the condition. More on that in the other thread eventually, but I'm thinking of christening it "Albatross." Also, Sam selflessly sacrificed his leather jacket to the angry car gods via the barbed wire fence that, for some reason, bordered the perimeter of the parking lot. No one was left unscathed.

Lastly, I'll be posting ~22 gallons of gently used regular unleaded gasoline (special blend) in the classifieds. Free to a Cruiser in good standing. Must pick up. Have to bring your own DOT approved container(s).

 

[GLTHFJ60]

Would've posted up sooner, but it's been nonstop.

Big thanks to the club, especially @JohnVee, @tgadd, @Beau Diddly and everyone else who reached out, but especially @elkaholic for rescuing me from a desperate situation.

I wasn't really sure what I was going to do being 2+ hours from home, dead truck + trailer, and on a school night no less! I know I'm not a top contributor to the club, and my camp manners could stand to improve a bit, but I'm really glad I found my way to ONSC and I really appreciate you guys and how you help everybody out. I hope I get the chance to return the favor sometime.


Brief recap (aka An Idiot Abroad):

So the day started at about 630 with me rolling out to FT Bragg to get that trailer. I skipped breakfast to make up time. I get on the base around 10:00 only to find that they have moved it to another lot without letting me know. After some more navigating shenanigans, and an illegal entry into a motor pool parking lot, I find the guys. Try to hitch up, and guess what, my pintle is too small for the lunette ring. so I run around the Fayetteville area for an hour or so trying, to no avail, to find a proper pintle. Ended up doing this:

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Now, at about 12:30, on to Charleston to initiate the great foxwing mudship. Getting ill from having not eaten and being a bit stressed about the near calamity of not being able to hitch up and roll out without an issue. Stop for fuel and some gas station chicken, which did not settle the stomach. There was a guy (who I presumed to be homeless) using the sink to freshen up. I felt bad, but didn't want to approach him and be insulting. He didn't ask for anything, but I regretted not reaching out and offering a little help; food or whatever. Back on the road.

Unfortunately we found out that customs wasn't going to come through for us, so I started heading north again. I was about 15 mins south of I95 on I26. Stopped for the third fill-up of the day and screwed the pooch. I'm a color code/pattern recognition kind of guy so the green pump combined with anticipation of the Wendy's burger I was going to eat (really my first full meal of the day) created an error likely situation for me. To complicate matters, the credit card that I use for everything was compromised this past weekend and I didn't have a replacement yet. I used my other cards so much in sufficiently different geographical locations that they sequentially started getting declined for suspected fraudulent activity. Just icing on the cake.

The rest is history. I was able to get home around 12:30. Got to meet a top shelf mudder and learn a little more about my truck.

The trailer pulls real nice and I'm pretty happy with the condition. More on that in the other thread eventually, but I'm thinking of christening it "Albatross." Also, Sam selflessly sacrificed his leather jacket to the angry car gods via the barbed wire fence that, for some reason, bordered the perimeter of the parking lot. No one was left unscathed.

Lastly, I'll be posting ~22 gallons of gently used regular unleaded gasoline (special blend) in the classifieds. Free to a Cruiser in good standing. Must pick up. Have to bring your own DOT approved container(s).

Holy cow that's a story

Glad you got it home!! When you get a chance, can you measure the lunette ring on that trailer? I was not aware that they came in different sizes (on the humvee sized-trailers), so I'm curious if that one you have is the same size or larger than mine.

Glad you got it home!!

 

[slceso]

Holy cow that's a story

Glad you got it home!! When you get a chance, can you measure the lunette ring on that trailer? I was not aware that they came in different sizes (on the humvee sized-trailers), so I'm curious if that one you have is the same size or larger than mine.

Glad you got it home!!

I read this the night before, but it was too late:

from http://www.steelsoldiers.com/showth...uidation-com&p=1584292&viewfull=1#post1584292

"FYI, the 101 series and 1101/2 series trailers use a 3" lunette, while most of the smaller commercial pintles are designed for a 2-1/2" lunette ring. The only drawback when doing this is that the 3" ring will occasionally bind in the smaller pintle if you're turning sharply and backing. Usually they are OK going forward. Nothing really wrong with towing them on the smaller pintle, so long as you're aware that they can bind, and you make sure it doesn't bend your hitch if you do high angle turning. A little grease on the outer edge of the ring seems to help some.

As for ratings, it looks like the 2-1/2" lunette is most often rated 5 ton, or 10,000lb. The 3" lunette is 26,000+. I think even the 10ton rated pintles are really designed for a 2-1/2" lunette. Some say, most don't. I think you need a 26,000lb+ pintle to properly work with the 3" lunette without chance of binding."

 

[elkaholic]

One minor correction to the story ... OK 2.

The fueling incident happened 48 miles North of I-26 on I-77 so he had traveled a lot further than most realize before a "decent" meal.

2, the demise of my jacket is greatly exaggerated. It did get picked a little but on leather jacket, that is called character.

I wish I had known that you were considering that particular Wendy's was gonna be a good meal @slceso as that is the absolute worst Wendy's in the country (or at least SC). I would have gladly brought food as well!

 

[slceso]

One minor correction to the story ... OK 2.

The fueling incident happened 48 miles North of I-26 on I-77 so he had traveled a lot further than most realize before a "decent" meal.

2, the demise of my jacket is greatly exaggerated. It did get picked a little but on leather jacket, that is called character.

I wish I had known that you were considering that particular Wendy's was gonna be a good meal @slceso as that is the absolute worst Wendy's in the country (or at least SC). I would have gladly brought food as well!

HAHA, TBH, I had lost my appetite again by that point, through no fault of Wendy's. I must say that the service there was very peculiar. While we were waiting, I think I did see a pimp and ho hanging out in a white truck in the parking lot. There was a lot going on at that place. Probably would have done other travelers a favor if I just drained my tank on the ground and let it go up in flames..