Poor Chloe, Sentenced To Death . . .
Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 12:04 am
. . . Valley.
I offered to forgo such trials, but Chloe passed today's brutal test with bovine equinamity.
Here's our hill climb out of Bullhead City, hard to see because of all of this stupid MOISTURE in the stupid air on this stupid planet:
Did I KNOW it was 106* as I flogged this poor cow up the hill? No WAY. I just fussed and adjusted and fooled around trying to get the CHTs to Death Valley Acceptable. These pictures were shot on lovely AZ 168 West into Nevada:
The humidity was fooling with my own air-cooling system, but the stark beauty out in the middle of these wild rock lands was how do you say . . . fetching?
The hill climbs were brutal on 168. From 600 feet elevation crossing the Colorado River to 3670 feet on some pass or another. Even in 3rd gear mellow 40mph @ 3,500 rpm, the head temps inexorably increased to 404*, then 408*, oh no 410* to I AM NOT LIFTING OFF 415*followed by a pull over to go play with the stupid timing again and the stupid carburetor would get slammed with heat-soak so fast that I could not adjust the fuel mixture in time! it would start percolating rich droplets that would hide my lean drop-off point.
My own fat drop-off point was looming, ready to pass out in the dizzying shimmering waves of baking heat off the hot sands, yelling at little scrubby bushes that had enough to deal with, "you're no shade!"
Here's the Fanbelt Change-Out Spot, a blistering hot path where I had to wring out perspiration from the few motley articles of clothing left clinging to me:
Fortunately, the new fan allows the higher generator speeds without coursing vibration. Back onto the test track once more:
The journey from Searchlight to Boulder City was the supreme test. Flat-out for as far as the eye could see up up up to Boulder City's main street at 5:00PM, the day's temperature peak, and Chloe's little Dakota said "404*". Good enough for Death Valley on Friday. Expected high will be 123* at 4:00PM.
Took a walk and a sunset shot over the Big O Tire Store:
It is now five minutes past midnight, and 99* out. That is why I am still typing away, there is no way I can sleep. Tomorrow, we'll see if that poor piano has a note left to share. My brother is expected at 4:00PM.
Colin
I offered to forgo such trials, but Chloe passed today's brutal test with bovine equinamity.
Here's our hill climb out of Bullhead City, hard to see because of all of this stupid MOISTURE in the stupid air on this stupid planet:
Did I KNOW it was 106* as I flogged this poor cow up the hill? No WAY. I just fussed and adjusted and fooled around trying to get the CHTs to Death Valley Acceptable. These pictures were shot on lovely AZ 168 West into Nevada:
The humidity was fooling with my own air-cooling system, but the stark beauty out in the middle of these wild rock lands was how do you say . . . fetching?
The hill climbs were brutal on 168. From 600 feet elevation crossing the Colorado River to 3670 feet on some pass or another. Even in 3rd gear mellow 40mph @ 3,500 rpm, the head temps inexorably increased to 404*, then 408*, oh no 410* to I AM NOT LIFTING OFF 415*followed by a pull over to go play with the stupid timing again and the stupid carburetor would get slammed with heat-soak so fast that I could not adjust the fuel mixture in time! it would start percolating rich droplets that would hide my lean drop-off point.
My own fat drop-off point was looming, ready to pass out in the dizzying shimmering waves of baking heat off the hot sands, yelling at little scrubby bushes that had enough to deal with, "you're no shade!"
Here's the Fanbelt Change-Out Spot, a blistering hot path where I had to wring out perspiration from the few motley articles of clothing left clinging to me:
Fortunately, the new fan allows the higher generator speeds without coursing vibration. Back onto the test track once more:
The journey from Searchlight to Boulder City was the supreme test. Flat-out for as far as the eye could see up up up to Boulder City's main street at 5:00PM, the day's temperature peak, and Chloe's little Dakota said "404*". Good enough for Death Valley on Friday. Expected high will be 123* at 4:00PM.
Took a walk and a sunset shot over the Big O Tire Store:
It is now five minutes past midnight, and 99* out. That is why I am still typing away, there is no way I can sleep. Tomorrow, we'll see if that poor piano has a note left to share. My brother is expected at 4:00PM.
Colin