I'd have no luck at all.
My wife got home from working in Reno Friday night, and she brought Allan down, who will be doing some work around the place. Saturday was to be the big local Mopar show, it usually draws 400 cars or so. Had everything pretty much ready to go, and I and Allan got up at 6 A.M. and washed the Fury and Dodge down. M'lisa and her sister were to drive the Dodge, and follow us in the Fury to Sacramento, about sixty miles.
Just about ten miles from town, my wife texted Allan, saying they were pulling over because of a flat tire on the wagon, but the next off ramp for us was almost ten miles further south. After taking the exit and crossing back over the freeway, I accelerated the Fury, and heard the 'death rattle'. One of the bearings had finally gotten loose enough to knock. I didn't want to grenade the block, so I eased the speed down, and coasted over to old hwy 99 which runs parallel to the freeway. M'lisa called AAA after Allan told her of our troubles, and the Dodge was loaded up on the tow truck in a short time. We made it back to the yard without throwing a rod, luckily.
The tire on the Dodge had a nail hole, so we plugged it and put air back in. It was now too late to enter the show now with an hour's drive time, and I didn't really feel like just going to watch.
One good thing though, A friend that I had lost contact with over 12 years ago, just happened to stop in, so this wouldn;t have happened if we were at the show!
---John














