Grease Monkey Garage

[nbbt]

Guess I'll be pulling out the grease gun a bit when it gets here.

 

[davidwyby]

OD and TK know what they’re talking about.

What truck?


@cus_deluxe ‘pends on what your use is, and how well it works, have to test it to see.

 

[cus_deluxe]

OD and TK know what they’re talking about.

What truck?


@cus_deluxe ‘pends on what your use is, and how well it works, have to test it to see.

a real deuce would be rad. im not even talkin about for wheelin, cuz that hennessey thing may be totally unstoppable, but i just couldnt make myself drive something like that around.

 

[redline4]

a real deuce would be rad. im not even talkin about for wheelin, cuz that hennessey thing may be totally unstoppable, but i just couldnt make myself drive something like that around.

It's a 2019 with 1100 miles. Owner doesn't drive it.. he's got tons of high end cars. Lots of money too

 

[They call me Mr. Kibbs]

Morning all. got to work this morning and the guys fired up the work van, POW, another damn blown plug. Third one in a year.
2014 E250 5.4....WTF?

 

[Mastermind]

Lots of money

They say money changes a person. I'd like to test that theory.

 

[redline4]

They say money changes a person. I'd like to test that theory.

His grandfather and father built a very large cash crop farm. He sold it to another very large farm.
He donated enough money to build a new state of the art Boys and Girls club building that it's named after him..

 

[Mastermind]

His grandfather and father built a very large cash crop farm. He sold it to another very large farm.
He donated enough money to build a new state of the art Boys and Girls club building that it's named after him..

Sounds like he's one of the good ones.

 

[redline4]

Sounds like he's one of the good ones.

Meh.

 

[cus_deluxe]

It's a 2019 with 1100 miles. Owner doesn't drive it.. he's got tons of high end cars. Lots of money too

id kick my own ass if i drove somethin like that around lol. but good on em for doin some good at least by the sounds of it.

 

[mainer_in_ak]

OD and TK know what they’re talking about.

What truck?


@cus_deluxe ‘pends on what your use is, and how well it works, have to test it to see.

M1031 CUCV drivetrain and 1.25 ton springs going in a 1968 k20 with 292 inline 6.

Not my m1031 cucv but an example:

 

[davidwyby]

id kick my own ass if i drove somethin like that around lol. but good on em for doin some good at least by the sounds of it.

yeah I'd have to build it myself out of a less nice truck to avoid the fancy...different axles with the drivelines higher.

 

[davidwyby]

M1031 CUCV drivetrain and 1.25 ton springs going in a 1968 k20 with 292 inline 6.

Not my m1031 cucv but an example:

grew up on sqaures. Brother had a K10 on tons and 38s, I had a k5 on CUCV axles and up to 12.00-20s..that now live on my deuce.

That 10 spline just might hold up behind the 292 if the tires arent very big and don't get a lot of traction in the slop up there...and depending on the clutch operator.

 

[davidwyby]

The engine we swapped in my deuce sat out a year or two and the rear main and front main seals just started leaking

The injection pump is also pushing diesel into the crankcase and leaking fuel and oil to the outside

I figure just run it on drain oil and it will all even out

 

[mainer_in_ak]

I was probably one of the few recent soldiers that had to deal with the last of the duece in service.

Right before the Iraq war kicked off, my entire company of Army Engineers loaded into an old military landing craft down in Ketchican. They boated us to this rainy freezing cold sht hole called Annette Island, in October.

From there we were building a road through the mountains to the village of Metleketla. An all hands on deck engineer project, army and marines and Seabees. Didn't matter what your job was. We were all blasters, and operators. Other times, we were hand digging culverts!

To get to the road project, nothing but mountainous terrain by troop carrier duece. Horrific ride on my lower back. One of them ancient pieces of sht caught on fire on a steep grade, with all us soldiers in the back. Another one lost the brakes!

It was so cold and miserable on annette island, I remember pouring diesel on firewood to try and warm up. It was so water-logged, the fire would go out when the diesel burned off the wood.

When off duty, I caught a giant halibut from shore, It broke my pack rod in half.

Over 12,000 military folks and 10 years of work went into that dmn road. Practically the entire road had to be blasted out of the side of mountains. Then we filled in a giant Muskeg pit with the boulders.

Operation Alaskan Road

 

[redline4]

I really hope these get me to the height I need...
I had to install them on the top of the spring because they are too large for the SPC lower arm spring pocket.

 

[mainer_in_ak]

One more duece-troop-carrier memory from Operation Alaskan road:

The troop carrier was a very low canopy. You had to crouch to get seated. Nowhere near as roomy as an lmtv troop carrier

Because the duece was such an aweful ride, I had brought a little camping pad to sit on. I loaded the camp pad and my rucksack into the troop carrier. Before I climbed in, A large bully, "Rudy" from another platoon took it and sat on it. Then he made pretend he was sleeping. Not even his squad leader, a young sergeant dared correct his behavior.

I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to please give me my camp pad back, I was polite, because sometimes soldiers joke. He slapped the hard hat off my head and told me to leave him alone. Because he was so big, I think he assumed that intimidation was all he needed. The troop carrier went quiet. His crew were grinning at the situation.

I sat and stewed for a few minutes. Even though I was so young, I had thought of some of the brutal fights I had been in before I enlisted in the Active Army. A couple giants:

My 6 ft 4" 280 lb Mi'kmaq Indian uncle James tried to break my fingers in a drunken rage off vodka. I was only 17. During his military service. He did time in Leavenworth for beating the sht out if his platoon sergeant.

Knowing how dangerous he was, I broke his leg and toppled him. It was awful and I felt such guilt. When sober he was proud of what I did.

Another instant, A creepo, womanizing bouncer followed my mother home from a bar down the road. I just about killed him with only my fists. Word spread around the small town. I did time in jail for that. Doing concrete construction then, my mom got my paycheck from my boss and cashed it. Placed bail and all charges were dropped. I was an Army reservist then and September 11th 2001 had just kicked. The law literally gave me leniency, knowing that I was probably going to get deployed.

Things got easier around town. A retired racist cop in town made a derogatory joke about my aunts teeth at the local restaurant. I finished his sentence by offering to bite the flesh off his face with my Indian teeth. A local party girl seated at the restaurant, with a loud raspy voice chuckled and told the retired cop I was the youngster that crippled the local bouncer. I never broke eye contact with the self rightous, fat pig.

His whole crew left the restuarant.

But this troop carrier wasnt a smalltown. Nobody really knows anybody, it was like jail and we were slave labor owned by the government, kept in check by one of the most scariest set of unjust rules known to man: UCMJ. Alcatraz wouldve been way more cozy than Annette Island and its brutal cold fall rains.

Anyhow,
An African American soldier named Marvel from my squad made eye contact with me. To let me know be had my back. By then my blood was on fire and I no longer gave a fk about military bearing, or even jail.

I rushed Rudy and got ahold of his neck. My hand clamped his rain jacket collar like choke chain. I yanked him upright and launched him to the front of the canopy near where Marvel was seated.

I used the low duece canopy to my advantage and pinned him into the front corner. He couldn't break my grip. He was pinned and choking. Marvel jumped up and covered my back. I cocked back a fist and wanted to light his ugly face up with a firestorm of blows.

My plan was to throw him off the moving duece after I bloodied him up to get him away from his crew so I could jump out and cave his head in with nobody to stop me.

Just then, his Sgt grabbed him and ordered us to stop. Marvel in turn stopped me. I got my camp pad back. Word spread around the island. It got easier after that.

 

[redline4]

Before




After






Going to do some messing with the tune and probably back it out too see what it looks like from a distance

 

[redline4]

I forgot that tire scrub would keep it a bit higher...
Duh.

On the concrete it now measures the same from the ground to the wheel arch through the center of the wheel. It also doesn't seem to rub that I can tell.

 

[Mastermind]

One more duece-troop-carrier memory from Operation Alaskan road:

The troop carrier was a very low canopy. You had to crouch to get seated. Nowhere near as roomy as an lmtv troop carrier

Because the duece was such an aweful ride, I had brought a little camping pad to sit on. I loaded the camp pad and my rucksack into the troop carrier. Before I climbed in, A large bully, "Rudy" from another platoon took it and sat on it. Then he made pretend he was sleeping. Not even his squad leader, a young sergeant dared correct his behavior.

I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to please give me my camp pad back, I was polite, because sometimes soldiers joke. He slapped the hard hat off my head and told me to leave him alone. Because he was so big, I think he assumed that intimidation was all he needed. The troop carrier went quiet. His crew were grinning at the situation.

I sat and stewed for a few minutes. Even though I was so young, I had thought of some of the brutal fights I had been in before I enlisted in the Active Army. A couple giants:

My 6 ft 4" 280 lb Mi'kmaq Indian uncle James tried to break my fingers in a drunken rage off vodka. I was only 17. During his military service. He did time in Leavenworth for beating the sht out if his platoon sergeant.

Knowing how dangerous he was, I broke his leg and toppled him. It was awful and I felt such guilt. When sober he was proud of what I did.

Another instant, A creepo, womanizing bouncer followed my mother home from a bar down the road. I just about killed him with only my fists. Word spread around the small town. I did time in jail for that. Doing concrete construction then, my mom got my paycheck from my boss and cashed it. Placed bail and all charges were dropped. I was an Army reservist then and September 11th 2001 had just kicked. The law literally gave me leniency, knowing that I was probably going to get deployed.

Things got easier around town. A retired racist cop in town made a derogatory joke about my aunts teeth at the local restaurant. I finished his sentence by offering to bite the flesh off his face with my Indian teeth. A local party girl seated at the restaurant, with a loud raspy voice chuckled and told the retired cop I was the youngster that crippled the local bouncer. I never broke eye contact with the self rightous, fat pig.

His whole crew left the restuarant.

But this troop carrier wasnt a smalltown. Nobody really knows anybody, it was like jail and we were slave labor owned by the government, kept in check by one of the most scariest set of unjust rules known to man: UCMJ. Alcatraz wouldve been way more cozy than Annette Island and its brutal cold fall rains.

Anyhow,
An African American soldier named Marvel from my squad made eye contact with me. To let me know be had my back. By then my blood was on fire and I no longer gave a fk about military bearing, or even jail.

I rushed Rudy and got ahold of his neck. My hand clamped his rain jacket collar like choke chain. I yanked him upright and launched him to the front of the canopy near where Marvel was seated.

I used the low duece canopy to my advantage and pinned him into the front corner. He couldn't break my grip. He was pinned and choking. Marvel jumped up and covered my back. I cocked back a fist and wanted to light his ugly face up with a firestorm of blows.

My plan was to throw him off the moving duece after I bloodied him up to get him away from his crew so I could jump out and cave his head in with nobody to stop me.

Just then, his Sgt grabbed him and ordered us to stop. Marvel in turn stopped me. I got my camp pad back. Word spread around the island. It got easier after that.

I like the cut of your jib sir. Can't ever let anyone disrespect you, or your family.