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Monday, October 14, 2013

GMC

another pick up...
green 56 GMC 3/4 ton
i think it was bought by dad for one mission...
filling all our garages and sheds with gov surplus... and then parked...
near our "tree house", which was not in a tree.
dad would bit $13.26 for some gov surplus lots figuring people might not bid on some of them.
he was right and now the proud owner of two tons of triple packaged WWII misc radio gear
or odds and ends like hydraulic gunnery pumps for bombers etc.
the catch was you had to pick this windfall up from west virginia ? or  somewhere.
dad and i head down in this old gmc.
manual steering, manual brakes, three on the tree manual shifting.
i think dad splurged on the rear tires and bought 10 ply tires, so stiff they couldn't go flat.
somewhere down south at an airforce quanset hanger we load that truck and the wooden plywood side extensions up with boxes like the beverly hillbillies and more...
its not going to fit so dad starts breaking down boxes dumping the contents onto the pile and tossing the packaging in a dumpster.

the 10 ply tires are squished the truck is so top heavy there is a real roll over danger...
that doesnt  show up until we are crossing a narrow bridge... and the truck goes into an oscillation
there was so much play in the steering wheel that by the time you would correct for the truck leaning
you would over steer and it would lean the other way, then you correct and by the time it was going too far the other way and i dont know how we didnt end up in the water... the zig zagging was also making the load sink and the wood sides are starting to bulge out.
dad decides we have to repack the load to put the weight lower.
we pull behind a diner and for hours pull off triple box packing, foil packing, tissue packing, plastic packing.
we finally get back on the road and at some point dad is exhausted and so i start driving
dad says its ok down here to be 15 and drive, ok...
to keep the truck from going into an uncontrolled swerving you would bump twice on the left once on the right of the "play" in the steering wheel... it was a long drive but all the sodas you could drink!...





2 comments:

  1. You know, I don't think I ever got to go "on the road" with that truck,... it was always just the other half of "the pair" of non-working vehicles off that side of the driveway.
    Great stories of "the early surplus years" before dad started hiring semi's with flatbeds.

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  2. Another horrifying story. I'm beginning to think that Dad was a bad influence on us. Hahahahaha whoooooo!

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