Tom Dually 2.1, 2.2 and 2.3

BY DAN ROGERS - DIAMOND LAKE, WASHINGTON - USA

Tom Dually 2.1

Jamie says, “Dad, it’s time for a boat trip.”

I couldn’t agree more.  This trailer saga has burned through some of the last of our Indian Summer.  October came this morning.  Today was “hair and makeup” for Mr. Tom.  Tomorrow should be new shoes.

Then, it’ll be Show Time.

Five rattle cans of Rustoleum Regal Red, and a half-gallon of the hardware store’s very best exterior latex, got us a 30-yard first coat paint job.

Considering all the nooks and crannies, that’s a lot of painting.  Mostly, a lot of bending and stooping and leaning over.

But, Mr. Tom is one big fella.  So, just about everything about this project has become rather out-sized.  And, then after I painted everything;

I covered the most of it up with carpet.  Dunno if we need more or less.  I’ve done my best to visualize the angles and weights and thrusting that boat is gonna’ put on her cradle.  What’s gonna’ go thump-in-the-night when we are working with a side wind or a too-steep, or too-shallow ramp someplace?  Well, that’s why tomorrow should be Show Time.

Time to find some of this stuff out.

Tom Dually 2.2

Whew!

I took a little break from knuckle-busting, and gave Mr. Tom a chance to strut his stuff.  Always a moment, when I have to remember to breathe.  So much of this stuff is done by the Shade Tree Mechanics’ School Method.  While class is always in session; some of those lessons need to be re-learned at the most unexpected and inconvenient times.

Like, “Will-it-fit? 101.”

And, “Where’s the balance point?, graduate-level seminars.”

Stuff mounted on top needs to migrate to the bottom, and vice versa.  Rollers have to find a place to ride amicably with everybody else.  Stuff, yet to do.  Lights.  Tires.  Hubs.  Stuff.

But, everybody made it this far.  Time to work on other things, for a bit.

Whew!

Tom Dually 2.3

If you can’t laugh at yourself, somebody else will.

I really was done with this trailer project.  Close enough, at least.  Except for everything else.  Like the Lucas said, “When you’re 90% done, you’ve only got 90% to go.  But, Dave never said anything about new stuff breaking, too.  A couple weeks ago, I had a “road hazard” event while towing Miss Kathleen across one of our mountain passes. The factory multi-plug unit was ripped bodily from its perch under the back bumper by some sort of missile.    I sort of put the demolished plug unit back together after it got blasted apart by flying debris.  Figured it would last that way until I got round tuit.  Today was pretty round.  I had to take the loaded trailer “across state lines” to the tire store to get the proper tire and wheel size swapped for the ones I bought the day before, with putatively accurate nomenclature.  Not quite.  That meant I had to rig lights and find a license, and all that falderal.  I stopped at the top of our hill to just check.  Nuttin’.  Wiggle, nuttin’.  Pull apart, put back, nuttin’.  WD-40 and spit, nuttin’.  And, so I backed down the hill and got the electrical kit out.  It’s not like 12 VDC lights should be any real mystery.  It was two hours later, and all I had was one set of “extra” lights working.  So.

Back up the hill, and another stop at the top.  Just to check. Again.  Nuttin’.  Again.  Another half hour, and underway for the tire store.  I decided the back way would be the most prudent, and stopped again in front of the volunteer fire department.  Nuttin’.  Again.  And, seems the winch mast didn’t get tightened the last time I had it apart.  Sheesh.  No wonder, everything seemed to be rocking and rolling back there.

Of course, the proper deepwell socket was hanging in its accustomed place back in the shop, at home.  So, was all of my ¾” box and open end wrenches.  Starting to feel a bit silly.  Made a shallow socket work by sort of half-engaging both the ratchet handle and sort of half-engaging the nut.  A great method to flatten your knuckles, I hasten to add.  Another quick check on those trailer lights.  Nuttin’.  Again.

Took all afternoon to go to the tire store.  Somehow, my 8-ply,   225/55R15’s, sitting on 15” wheels with 5-on-4-and-a-half and 6 inch positive offset are not all the same.  Some are 6-inch wide.  Some, 7.  That changes enough aspects of these tires, to want them all to be the same.  And, who woulda’ known?  Seven-inch wide trailer wheels are a special order item hereabouts.

Every day is an adventure.  Every day, an education.

Part 1.0Part 1.1 and 1.2 – Part 1.3 and 1.4 – Part 1.5 and 1.6 – Part 1.7 and 1.8

Part 1.9 and 2.0 – Part 2.1 and 2.2 and 2.3




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