Redway Fire Department Barbecue Sat. May 25, 2013

Wow, that time again! Fun and food will be had by all at the barbecue. This is a fundraiser for the fire department. Few organizations give so much to their community as a volunteer fire department, now is your time to give back! Please join the firefighters for a good meal at a good low price. You cannot even make the the meal that the firefighter provide at home for the price that it is provided. Plus, there will be a dessert available at the dessert bar, and beverages available at the beer bar.

The barbecue is deep pit cooked pork and beef, cooked for 10 hours. Guaranteed to be the best, the most juicy, the most flavorful food that you have ever eaten or you will be given another helping of food.

There will be music provided by the Twango Macallum band. They will be outside this year, so it will be quiet in the dining hall, plus they will be able to crank up the volume outside for a greater music experience.

See all of your friends that you may not have seen in years, and make new friends. The barbecue is a great community melting pot. Many old friends come to the barbecue, and bring their friends with them. See you there!

Serving Noon 'til 7:00 PM. Saturday 25th. Memorial Dy weekend.

You know you're a gypo logger when....

Ross Sherburn asked me to make a link to an old logging story that I told a few years ago. I looked it up and read it. It's anazing to me that I can even talk about logging without all the bad (Good) languge coming back. Who says "you can never go home?" First read the link then come back and read the rest of this post. Maybe some of you old gypos can add to the list.

Click on link: >  Lloyd Padon, CATskinner

1- You know that you are a gypo when you can cuss-out sombody across the canyon with sign language.

2- You know that you are a gypo when you take a link out of the CAT track rails to keep the tracks on the idlers to get through the season.

3- You know that you are a gypo when you weld the corner bits on the blade because you can afford the bolts.

4- You know that you are a gypo when you can tie a figure-eight knot in an 1 1/8" winch line cable in less than five minutes.

5- You know that you are a gypo when you can hear a limb falling like it was the loudest noise in the woods.

6- You know that you are a gypo when a water bag with no diesel on it is the most valuable tool you own.

7- You know that you are a gypo when You know how to make a three choker bridle to pull a big log.

8- You know that you are a gypo when you've had to use a CAT to pull a truck out of a landing.

9- You know that you are a Gypo when you have to race your fellow loggers to the bank on payday because only the first two thirds of the checks were good.

10- You know that you are a gypo when you rub mud on the rot in the end of the log and hope the scaler won't notice it at the mill.

11- The scaler at the mill knows that you are a gypo and will cull ANY log when mud on the end, whether it's rotten or not.

12- You know that you are a gypo when the rest of the crew makes you the butt of their jokes and you know thats a sign that they like you.

13- You know that you are a gypo when you go the work and talk about women all day, then go home and talk about logging.

14- You know that you are a gypo when you know that your not making any money but you don't quit because that would be admiting defete.

15- You know that you are a gypo when you go to Reno and win Two million dollars and you are happy because that means that you can log another year.

Your turn!

New Motor in old truck

So.... here's what I've been doing lately. What you are looking at in the pictures that I've posted is a new engine, new radiator, new heater core, new starter (NOT rebuilt), new water pump (NOT rebuilt), new intake manifold, new distributor, new plugs and wires, and new hoses. It probably would have been easier to have said that everything motor related under the hood is new but the throttle-body injectors and the computer controls.

My current service truck is one that I bought in 1990, but it's a good truck, so when it developed engine problems I decided to fix it rather than buy a new one. ( Much to my wife's chagrin.) She has been trying to talk me into buying a new truck for the past four years. I wish that I would have listened to her, it would be paid for by now, but, I would also be seventy thousand dollars poorer. (You didn't think that I was going to buy any cheap-assed truck did you?)

I live in Benbow at the bottom of Benbow hill. When I get up in the morning I go out, get in the truck on a cold morning, then go full throttle up Benbow hill on a cold engine. My wife does the same thing. Needless to say I have to change head gaskets on everything that I own every 60 to 80 thousand miles. You have no idea how many head gaskets that I have changed. I would list them but I almost lost you in the first paragraph with my list. I dare not chance a list that long again. It was rainy and wet this winter when the gaskets on my truck went out again, so I just kept adding water until the weather dried up a little.  The last time that I changed the gaskets was at eighty thousand miles. The truck now has one hundred and eighty thousand miles. I seem to get way more mileage out of my repairs than the factory engines gets. I credit "Copper Coat" head-gasket compound. They seem to go about one hundred thousand miles.

You guessed it, one morning I forgot to add water. I was going up Benbow Hill, the temperature started getting into the red, then as I crested the hill it when from hot to... bam... cold. NOT GOOD. I changed the head gaskets but exhaust was still blowing into the water jacket. Cracked heads. New heads are expensive. used heads and rebuilt heads are risky. New heads on and old engine is a foolish waste of time. My wife started to gloat. "I told You so". So I decided that before I bought a new truck that I would shop a little for a new motor. I found out that the Mexicans down south of the boarder build a darn fine GM engine in the factory that NAFTA gave us. I shopped around a little and found that I could buy a new engine shipped from the GM factory back by the Great Lakes.... and a new engine plucker-lift for @ two thousand dollars. Any thoughts of rebuilding my own engine, like I've always done in the past, went out the window like the little birdies in the cartoons.

So, I ordered a new motor and bought the rest of the stuff at the local Napa store. The engine arrived in about a week and a half, Three days later I gave birth to a brand new engine in my truck. I started it and it purred like a kitten. I ran the RPM up to 1800 RPMs like everybody does when they start a new motor. I ran it for about 15 minutes. It had a small exhaust leak on the manifold doughnut. I though that it had started running a little funny, and it was lunch time. So I shut it off to cool. When I came back I fixed the exhaust leak and started it again. It ran real good at first then slowly started running real rough, like it was getting way too much fuel. I let it idle down to check things, but when I got out of the truck it chugged to a stop. I tried to start it again, but it wouldn't turn over. My first thought was the starter, but I put a wrench on the front engine pulley. It's really called a vibration dampener, but I'm trying not to lose you here. The motor was way stiffer to turn over than it should have been. My elation turned to a very sick stomach. So, I did what I always do when I don't know what's wrong. I took the motor apart, clear down to the short block. On my way there I found that the vacuum tube that senses the intake manifold pressure had burned in two. That is why it was running way to rich with fuel. I took the heads and the timing chain off to check the bearings on the camshaft. It was fine.

The reason that the motor was hard to turn over is because the wet fuel mixture going into the cylinders had washed the oil off the cylinder walls. One squirt of oil on each piston and the motor was loose as a goose. That means that it turned over real easy. I'm trying really hard to not lose you here... After oiling the pistons, I slowly turned the motor over, imagine my joy when I found absolutely no scoring on the pistons or cylinders. I did a little victory dance over my great good fortune. Then I remembered that it was really not that great good and fortunate to have my fuel mixture control tube burn in two.... As most mechanics know, working on a motor is a combination of extremes, good luck, bad luck, and bad language. I had a friend that claimed that no one that didn't know how to cuss could ever be a good mechanic. I know that statement is probably not true, but I take great comfort in the knowledge that I can cuss with the best of them.

So, I put the motor all back together. I was extra careful to route the vacuum line to the mixture control away from anything hot, I fixed the loose connection on the starter. HEY... the starter is in a really bad place! I couldn't see the loose connection!

I checked everything multiple times, then I started the the engine. It runs very, very smooth. I took it on a forty mile trip, going through all the break-in procedures. You all know what they are. They go from never over rev it, don't ever go past half throttle, only drive it downhill for the first fifty miles... to... drive it like you stole it. I tried to come up with my own compromise. It must have worked, the engine runs perfectly. The truck will go up Benbow Hill at half throttle, and do 65 MPH. What? You didn't expect me to admit speeding did you.

One more thing. When I was kid, my dad was a good mechanic, and I had the opportunity to work on many things. I was lucky enough to have known Pete Star, a mechanic in Briceland who owned the Briceland Garage and Shell gas station. he had the reputation of being the best mechanic far and wide. He was adamant about doing clean work. If your work wasn't clean enough to eat your lunch off of he didn't even want to see you in his shop, and he meant it. By the time that I got through working on my motor I could have worn white clothes and kept them clean. I always seem to get some strange joy out of clean work, that, and I always think of Pete Star and my dad.

Now the test: Did you read this whole thing? Give yourself 10 points if you did. If you understood it give yourself 5 more points. If you are female give yourself 10 bonus points. What is your score?