If you have a weak stomach hit the back button, this is bad, bad.
Jan and I were headed out to West Texas to bird hunt for a few days and then down to Kerrville to mess with Loc's head for the weekend.
Those of you who run Interstate 20 from time to time know Ranger Hill. It's about a two mile incline heading west and I got a good head of steam starting up. Keep her right at 2000 RPM and was bragging about not dropping below 50 MPH when we hit the top. About four miles further down the road I started loosing power and thought I had a busted turbo tube. No such luck. Within 30 seconds I was dumping white smoke out the tail pipe and needed to get her shut down fast. Quarter of a mile to an exit and I shut her off and coasted into a Love's Truck Stop Parking lot. That was exciting. Coolant leaking from both sides of the back (our front) of the engine. A local guy called the local expert and after a long consult and a bit of testing it was determined that it's more than likely a cracked head.
Not wanting to go to an unknown shop and not wanting to bend over for Stewart & Stevenson, I've got a wrecker coming from Dallas who is going to tow the bus to the guy I know up near McKinney.
I love this old coach, but, well maybe it's time. I hate having just done the new paint and the new Firestones (which ride like a dream) and now I'm thinking to hell with it, I'm getting me a newer toy. I think I need to sleep on this one, but it's sure going to be a long night following the wrecker back to Dallas. Darn, you guys have fun down in Kerrville. I wish I drank, might help.