rDay Eighty: Meet Jerry and His Truck

It’s a 1928 Mack logging truck.  

I’ve passed by it a couple of times on the way to Bi-Mart, but today Kim was happy to stop and read the New York Times Review of Books (always at hand in the PF for just such delays) while I jumped out to take a few quick snaps.  The lighting conditions were at their very worst, and I only had the old point-and-shoot along, but I was  soon engrossed in inspecting & documenting.  And the owner, identifying himself as Jerry, soon appeared and proceeded to unwind a lengthy dissertation on the truck’s history, features, provenance and his adventures bringing it back to life.

Jerry found the thing up to its axles in mud, where it had been since 1947, the last time it was started.  Amazingly, with just new belts, hoses, spark plugs, wiring, and oil; cleaning of carburetor and felt oil filters; and radiator repair, it started up and ran.  Cranking the four-banger quickly started it and it ran quite smoothly in my presence.  Jerry pointed out a number of unique features including a large inspection port providing access directly to the crankshaft.  The original tires had become hard as rock with missing chunks, but were replaced with new ones, readily found to fit.  Rated top speed for the torquey, geared-down four-cylinder was 27 mph.  Rear axle ratio was something like 9.3:1.   The radiator and oil pan are aluminum.  Electric lights, but manual crank starter.  And on and on.

Jerry has the original factory build sheet, with part numbers for every component, which he has been inspecting to confirm for authenticity and possible replacement, if needed.  It turns out be a numbers-matching classic (!), for those who were wondering.

Jerry says he has been around the block a few times with it, and down the street to Bi-Mart, and invited me back for a ride (after a few more tweaks that are in progress) and when a better photographic set of conditions exist.

 

 

rDay Seventy-Eight: Ivi Leaves for Corvallis

While waiting for her ride for a four-day weekend to see Marina graduate from OSU, Ivi bakes peach muffins to supplement her take-along lunch.  At the last moment, she and Dad sprint to the store for more essentials, returning just in time for Kim and Charlie’s conclusion of their morning outing.  Soon Ivi is off on her six-hour sojourn.

 

 

rDay Seventy-Six

Customary shopping day with my lovely spouse.  While Kim exercises her finely-honed shopping skills, I distract myself by viewing the store ceiling and later snagging a relatively rare Saturn Sky (a rebadged, slightly tweaked and prettier Pontiac Solstice, but otherwise mostly unremarkable).  And, of course, photographing items for later research.

 

 

rDay Seventy-Three: Ladd Marsh Bird Walk

Today we were up at the crack of dawn to join a FOLM (Friends of Ladd Marsh) bird watching spree, a regular first Saturday event, we learn.  By nine a.m., the heat had overcome us, and we departed for the downtown farmers’ market. 
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Kim took notes during the proceedings, capitalizing on the expertise of our companions.  Her inventory of our sightings follows:

  • Common Yellowthroat
  • Song Sparrow
  • Shoveler
  • Cinnamon Teal
  • Redhead Duck
  • Ruddy Duck
  • Black Necked Stilt
  • Bittern
  • Black Crowned Heron
  • Snipe
  • Willow Flycatcher
  • Marsh Wrens
  • Pelican
  • Cormorant

FULL DISCLOSURE:  The FOLM website was built several years ago by yours truly, although I have never, before now, taken part in any of their activities.  The site was set up for self-administration, so the FOLM people maintain their own blog and some other parts of the site.  (Of course, I would like to see them modernize the site, to more fully optimize it for use with mobile devices and perhaps introduce some other features. )  

 

rDay Seventy-One

Walking the Dread-Dog while Kim works over the yard.  Checking on the construction progress of the new county courthouse (wondering if jail labor is involved) as well as the status of the new parking lot extension for RMC (Regional Medical Clinic).

 

 

And today I also found some long-lost photos from circa 2000 of the historic EOU back steps.