Roger,
As you may know, smudge pots create a layer of smoke that holds in radiation from the trees. While we were in an "unincorporated" area, we could do as we pleased. Now that we are part of the City of San Diego, we cannot. There are other things, like blasting rabbits off the lawn with a Glock. No longer allowed and affects the sensibilities of some folks.
Fortunately, we are not in this for the profit. If we were, wind machines might be the answer (for the trees, but not the rabbits), but they are quite an investment. UC is investigating the combination of wind machines and orchard heaters, but the vote is still out. I do talk with our state area agricultural agent from time to time, but there is no sure solution. I have a feeling that wrapping the younger trees with bamboo with an inner layer of tinfoil in the Japanese fashion might be an answer. The front of our property is your basic suburban tract frontage. We benefit from being on the edge of a wilderness preserve and our lot extends down a slope from the back of the house for some distance (about 500') to the preserve. When we acquired the property, we removed the Eucalyptus on the slope (planted by ATSF for railroad ties and failed miserably, BTW) and started the grove. The name of the tract is Santa Fe Summit. Warbonnets forever.
All that being said, I would like to have dinner with Mitch and Tramp at Dysart's.
San
Hobo Jungle
We took over my father-in-law's house in FL after he passed away. He had planted a small grove of grapefruit, oranges, and lemons. We have since added two more oranges and a lime (fresh margaritas...YEAH!)
Anyway, that first winter was one of the coldest on record. I basically took the Christmas lights off the house and put them on the trees. I added some other light fixtures, and covered the trees with tarps and sheets. Some nights we did that, and others we just ran the sprinklers (some nights we did BOTH...don't think THAT didn't make me nervous!) We had a string of nights in the 20s. But everything survived. This year, it's been so warm, the skins are starting to turn green again.
Anyway, that first winter was one of the coldest on record. I basically took the Christmas lights off the house and put them on the trees. I added some other light fixtures, and covered the trees with tarps and sheets. Some nights we did that, and others we just ran the sprinklers (some nights we did BOTH...don't think THAT didn't make me nervous!) We had a string of nights in the 20s. But everything survived. This year, it's been so warm, the skins are starting to turn green again.
GT Fan
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[quote="webenda"]Great story Mitch. I enjoyed learning about gelling fuel and conditioner. We do not experience such things here in the desert. It must take a lot of skill to drive in conditions like that.[/quote]
Wayne, when it gets below 15 degrees #2 diesel fuel starts to get thicker, and will not flow through the filters very well. Most truckstops in northern climates sell blended fuel in the winter, a combination of #1 and #2 fuel, but below 10 degrees you need to add conditioner to the fuel. Below 0, you need conditioner and a fuel heater. At -25, without conditioner, you can reach in the fuel tank and hand somebody a glob of diesel fuel. At -25, the stack is blowin' white steam like an old freight engine, and the driver has both heaters on in the cab, and it's still cold because of all the glass in a cab-over truck. In Canada, they quilt the entire front of the truck with an insulated quilt cover that snaps on, to help keep out the cold air from the cab, and also blocks the radiator completely off. Still, plenty of air comes in under the truck to prevent overheating. They also use engine blankets to help keep heat in the engine.
Wonder how much conditioner a RR needs in one engine with 5000 gallon tanks?
Wayne, when it gets below 15 degrees #2 diesel fuel starts to get thicker, and will not flow through the filters very well. Most truckstops in northern climates sell blended fuel in the winter, a combination of #1 and #2 fuel, but below 10 degrees you need to add conditioner to the fuel. Below 0, you need conditioner and a fuel heater. At -25, without conditioner, you can reach in the fuel tank and hand somebody a glob of diesel fuel. At -25, the stack is blowin' white steam like an old freight engine, and the driver has both heaters on in the cab, and it's still cold because of all the glass in a cab-over truck. In Canada, they quilt the entire front of the truck with an insulated quilt cover that snaps on, to help keep out the cold air from the cab, and also blocks the radiator completely off. Still, plenty of air comes in under the truck to prevent overheating. They also use engine blankets to help keep heat in the engine.
Wonder how much conditioner a RR needs in one engine with 5000 gallon tanks?
If you agree with the Progressives, it's freedom of speech. If you disagree, it's hate speech. There are no alternatives.
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I had fuel gel on me while I was in Germany. The whole company had MAJOR problems, most of the new generation trucks (AMGeneral 5 tons) and the HEMMITTS (those big honking 8 wheel drive trucks) were having issues with power, but, the old Continental powered multi-fuel Deuce and a Halfs were running fine.
We scrounged up som JP-4 from a helicopter unit, and mixed it in with the diesel fuel.
Man did those 5 tons run like striped assed apes then!!!!
To thaw out the fuel tanks, we backed up a M-1 to the side of the trucks, and let the exhaust from the turbine engioines warm the entier truck.
We scrounged up som JP-4 from a helicopter unit, and mixed it in with the diesel fuel.
Man did those 5 tons run like striped assed apes then!!!!
To thaw out the fuel tanks, we backed up a M-1 to the side of the trucks, and let the exhaust from the turbine engioines warm the entier truck.
Bob
Rufus T. Firefly wrote:Simplify.....be where everyone else is not.
The water thing up in Sacramento was wierd. Fired the DJs, wrongful death suit against the station, etc. Yet the woman drank a large volume of water without urinating and died. Stupid way to go. Imagine relatives having to explain it: "she drank a large volume of water without uninating and died. It was a radio station contest."
San
San
San, I hear you.
"When did your mom die?"
"Some years ago."
"How did she die, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Well, it was kinda odd . . ."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
He looked away. "Look, she was in this contest trying to win us a game thing, a special game that everyone thought they wanted at the time."
There was a silence, neither of them able to glance at the other.
"And she drank too much water."
"Water?"
"Yeah."
"Too much water?"
"Well, she wasn't supposed to pee."
"Oh."
"Yeah--and then she died."
"When did your mom die?"
"Some years ago."
"How did she die, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Well, it was kinda odd . . ."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
He looked away. "Look, she was in this contest trying to win us a game thing, a special game that everyone thought they wanted at the time."
There was a silence, neither of them able to glance at the other.
"And she drank too much water."
"Water?"
"Yeah."
"Too much water?"
"Well, she wasn't supposed to pee."
"Oh."
"Yeah--and then she died."
Our break area at the hanger is within 300 yards of the KCS mainline through Jackson. Whenever I'm hanging out there the guys can't understand that when the locomotives approaching horn starts blowing, pulling a freight drag and the crossing gates drop, I just stare and smile. It's kinda like the old days when I would be cruising on a Harley down some road and a chick(s) would pull up beside me in a cage and flash their hooters. 
Some things just ain't worth explaining to the unknowing.
Some things just ain't worth explaining to the unknowing.
highrailjon wrote:It's kinda like the old days when I would be cruising on a Harley down some road and a chick(s) would pull up beside me in a cage and flash their hooters.
Got that shit right Bro...........................awe the old days ridin' that Pan..............Yeaaaaa..................
No Captain tonight...............broke down and got me some Steela Artois...................Hevy........................
hev
[quote="highrailjon"]Our break area at the hanger is within 300 yards of the KCS mainline through Jackson. Whenever I'm hanging out there the guys can't understand that when the locomotives approaching horn starts blowing, pulling a freight drag and the crossing gates drop, I just stare and smile. It's kinda like the old days when I would be cruising on a Harley down some road and a chick(s) would pull up beside me in a cage and flash their hooters. Some things just ain't worth explaining to the unknowing.[/quote]
Same thing happens driving a rig. I'll bet 'ol Hev will agree about the seatcovers flashin' the truck drivers. ( especially those young college chicks with those absolutely firm and pert, er ah). Reminds me of a time comin' north on 79 in W. Virginia.
Twas the fall of '84, and I was drivin' my brand new Cat powered cab-over Volvo-White pullin' a flatbed empty from Charlotte back home. I'm hammerin' up 79 at 73 mph, (that's all she was geared for), and I caught up to this light blue VW Beetle and passed it. Goin' down the other side, the Beetle passes me back, and a chick in the right front pulls up her shirt and gives me the view. I was thankful for the extra light that the then new halogens put out to the side. Goin up the other side, I passed them back again and this went on for like 15 miles. They'd pass me goin downhill, and I'd pass them goin' up. There was 4 people in the car, and the two in the back seat turned around and gave me the bird. Well, fun is fun, but I just wanted to get home. We got into those really hard pulls just south of Morgantown, and I put about a half a mile lead on them, so I figured the fun was over. I starts down this really long grade and I see the headlights comin fast behind. The VW had to be doin' at least 85 when it passed, but the driver cut in too short in front of me, narrowly missing my front bumper, then she lost it. The VW flipped around and I had headlights in my windshield, and I locked 'er up. The VW went backwards down the interstate and into the median, which was sharply uphill, as the southbound lanes were higher elevation than the northbound. It went over a little tree, then rolled on its wheels back down and across the southbound lanes and into the guardrail on the right shoulder. I was already stopped and runnin' back to the car, and my tiresmoke was still comin' down the hill toward me. Now all 4 are out of the car, all young girls college age, all walkin' ok, lookin' good, smellin' good. Another trucker stopped and he called it in on the CB. WVa. state police show up and begin talkin' to the girls. I climbed up the bank, past the little tree the car had run over backwards, and there laid the rear window glass on the ground, completely intact. The impact blew it right out of the rubber channel seal. I found a couple of purses, 2 coats, 2 large Burger King cups, and two brown paper bags with wine bottles in each, nearly empty. Now there's three rigs stopped on the shoulder, three state police cars, and a couple of rubberneckers. One of the cops is comin' up the hill pickin' up their posessions, and he gets to the paper bags with the wine bottles. I says to another trucker, "watch this". Meanwhile, another cop asked us if we were involved in any way, we both answered no, and he told us to get on our way so as not to cause any more congestion. I jumped back in, hooked 'er into gear, and got the hell out of there without havin' to answer any questions. Ain't Morgantown where WVU is located? 4 young college kids out on a lark on a Friday night, and look what happens.
Some things just ain't worth explaining to the unknowing.[/quote]
Same thing happens driving a rig. I'll bet 'ol Hev will agree about the seatcovers flashin' the truck drivers. (
especially those young college chicks with those absolutely firm and pert, er ah). Reminds me of a time comin' north on 79 in W. Virginia.
Twas the fall of '84, and I was drivin' my brand new Cat powered cab-over Volvo-White pullin' a flatbed empty from Charlotte back home. I'm hammerin' up 79 at 73 mph, (that's all she was geared for), and I caught up to this light blue VW Beetle and passed it. Goin' down the other side, the Beetle passes me back, and a chick in the right front pulls up her shirt and gives me the view. I was thankful for the extra light that the then new halogens put out to the side. Goin up the other side, I passed them back again and this went on for like 15 miles. They'd pass me goin downhill, and I'd pass them goin' up. There was 4 people in the car, and the two in the back seat turned around and gave me the bird. Well, fun is fun, but I just wanted to get home. We got into those really hard pulls just south of Morgantown, and I put about a half a mile lead on them, so I figured the fun was over. I starts down this really long grade and I see the headlights comin fast behind. The VW had to be doin' at least 85 when it passed, but the driver cut in too short in front of me, narrowly missing my front bumper, then she lost it. The VW flipped around and I had headlights in my windshield, and I locked 'er up. The VW went backwards down the interstate and into the median, which was sharply uphill, as the southbound lanes were higher elevation than the northbound. It went over a little tree, then rolled on its wheels back down and across the southbound lanes and into the guardrail on the right shoulder. I was already stopped and runnin' back to the car, and my tiresmoke was still comin' down the hill toward me. Now all 4 are out of the car, all young girls college age, all walkin' ok, lookin' good, smellin' good. Another trucker stopped and he called it in on the CB. WVa. state police show up and begin talkin' to the girls. I climbed up the bank, past the little tree the car had run over backwards, and there laid the rear window glass on the ground, completely intact. The impact blew it right out of the rubber channel seal. I found a couple of purses, 2 coats, 2 large Burger King cups, and two brown paper bags with wine bottles in each, nearly empty. Now there's three rigs stopped on the shoulder, three state police cars, and a couple of rubberneckers. One of the cops is comin' up the hill pickin' up their posessions, and he gets to the paper bags with the wine bottles. I says to another trucker, "watch this". Meanwhile, another cop asked us if we were involved in any way, we both answered no, and he told us to get on our way so as not to cause any more congestion. I jumped back in, hooked 'er into gear, and got the hell out of there without havin' to answer any questions. Ain't Morgantown where WVU is located? 4 young college kids out on a lark on a Friday night, and look what happens.
If you agree with the Progressives, it's freedom of speech. If you disagree, it's hate speech. There are no alternatives.
[quote="highrailjon"]WOW, Mitch!! Funny you should mention Morgantown!! One of my old high school sweethearts went there to college while I was in the Marines. We still exchange emails after meeting back up on the internet about 7 years ago!!! She lives above Bangor, Maine now. Still absolutely gorgeous as ever!!! [/quote]
Well, ask her if she ever flashed a trucker in a red cab-over White on I-79, and if she did, can I see it again?
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Well, ask her if she ever flashed a trucker in a red cab-over White on I-79, and if she did, can I see it again?
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Yea Mitch, ........know what yer talkin' about. I use to see a lot of various things out on the road. Flashers, Mooners, Pantie flashes, No pantie flashers ..................I could keep goin' on.
One thing about it I enjoyed every minute of it while sittin' in my office........................
Here are a some pics of my rigs I ran around the States and Canada back in the late 70's to late 80's....................................
This was my first rig. 78 Frieghtliner w/a 400 Big Cam Cummins 15 speed overdrive. This cabin-over would boogie right-a-long..................
Sorry about the pics had to scan and take another picture. Would have be nice if they had digital camera's back then.....................
This one is along the coast highway in CA......................
This one was a 78 KW Big cam 400 w/ a 15 speed overdrive.................
And then the Big Truck.............78 KW double bunk with a 600 hp Cummins for power with a 4x4 tranny. The hood on this one was made 14 inches longer than the standard hood. .............now let me tell ya this hunk of iron would shit and git. This truck didn't even know a what a mountain was. I would gain 4 hrs on my buddy when we would leave Cheyenne WY over the Rockies and the Sierra Nevada's to Sacramento, CA. and he had a 450 hp. Cummins.
This was taken in the Wind River Canyon in WY........................
Oh BTW................I know where Morgantown is. I had to run 119 south thru Uniontown and down that way. Narrow as hell and steep hills down thru there. Interstate 79 wasn't even built yet........................
hev
One thing about it I enjoyed every minute of it while sittin' in my office........................
Here are a some pics of my rigs I ran around the States and Canada back in the late 70's to late 80's....................................
This was my first rig. 78 Frieghtliner w/a 400 Big Cam Cummins 15 speed overdrive. This cabin-over would boogie right-a-long..................
Sorry about the pics had to scan and take another picture. Would have be nice if they had digital camera's back then.....................
This one is along the coast highway in CA......................
This one was a 78 KW Big cam 400 w/ a 15 speed overdrive.................
And then the Big Truck.............78 KW double bunk with a 600 hp Cummins for power with a 4x4 tranny. The hood on this one was made 14 inches longer than the standard hood. .............now let me tell ya this hunk of iron would shit and git. This truck didn't even know a what a mountain was. I would gain 4 hrs on my buddy when we would leave Cheyenne WY over the Rockies and the Sierra Nevada's to Sacramento, CA. and he had a 450 hp. Cummins.
This was taken in the Wind River Canyon in WY........................
Oh BTW................I know where Morgantown is. I had to run 119 south thru Uniontown and down that way. Narrow as hell and steep hills down thru there. Interstate 79 wasn't even built yet........................
hev
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