$85 Tire pressure thingy -free to a good home (magrinal homes will be considered too)

[jwstewar]

Dad and I had a few adventures together. The funniest that I remember was we were going camping as a family one time. I was probably 14 or 15 at the time. I had driven a few times, but still wasn't "driving" at the time. We had taken our camper to a local campground. For some reason we had a bit of a hard time getting the camper the way we wanted it and ended up pulling in the spot. I think maybe my Aunt and Uncle were there and we wanted to "face" them. Any way, we get the camper there and situated. I unhook the camper and pull the truck up a couple of feet so that I could level it up and everything. All was said and done and everyone was in a good mood and joking around (no drinking, my family didn't and still doesn't drink). So Dad was having fun and he went to move the truck and park it for the night so he could drive to work the next day. In a good mood, he hopped up into the Chevy and started it up. Rev it up a bit, dropped it in gear, and goosed it pretty good to the point it spun all 4 tires a bit (full time 4wd) and all of a sudden we here BAM!!!! and the truck just stopped. Turns out the campground had cut a tree down, but they left the stump sticking up about 16" or so they didn't catch it with the mower blades. Perfect height to catch the front axle of a 4wd Chevy truck. Bent the tie rod clear back to the "punkin" as dad used to call it and even didn't the cover. The front tires were almost pointed straight at each other. He started yelling and cussing and yelling at me and then Mom reminded him that I didn't hit the stump he did, so he calmed down. But then on to the problem. How were we going to get the camper and truck home. So we took the other car that we had there, a Camaro, and drove home to get tools Dad was so mad we were driving out Rt. 50 the road I live off of now at about 110 and then he gave it the gas. Who would've thought that little 305 2 barrel carb could move that car at 130, but by golly it did it...whew...that was fast. We made it home and got Dad's tools. We made it back to the campground about 11:30 that Friday night. He pulled the tie rod off and the next day me and my sister took him to work and then I found an alignment shop. They straightened that tie rod back to new. They did such a good job that we didn't get the truck realigned for several years after that. We used to talk and laugh about that up until he got to the point the dementia took over and he couldn't remember things like that.

Oh, quick bonus story. When Monica and I bought our property, we were setting a PT 6x6 to use for the electric pole. That thing was heavy and I didn't have the tractor at that point. I had borrowed a trailer and hauled the pole on that. We dug the hole and we were using the trailer and our trucks to set the pole. We were all (me, Dad, and Monica) walking around that trailer. Dad weighed maybe 125# and I weighed about 225. Some how he managed to be the one to fall through the floor of the trailer. We got the pole in the ground, but we thought it was going to kill us. We still laugh at how the skinny one is the one that fell through the trailer.

 

[kebo]

Hey, I don't have a "me and my dad" story to tell but I could sure use that tire pressure monitor thingy!!!! That way, the next time one of the four tires comes off of my 16' trailer (due to lug nuts coming loose) I will know about it once the reading for that tire just quits!!! :laughing:

 

[dusty3030]

Hey, I don't have a "me and my dad" story to tell but I could sure use that tire pressure monitor thingy!!!! That way, the next time one of the four tires comes off of my 16' trailer (due to lug nuts coming loose) I will know about it once the reading for that tire just quits!!! :laughing:

Never thought of that way, but a great use of it. No story needed to be entered, your name is in the hat!

 

[firemanpat2910]

My father loves to go to the tomato fields after farmers are done with the main harvest, and they put out the U-Pick sign. well one year, it must have been 1997 or 1998, he was driving a little ford ranger truck, and he went on an early sunday morning drive, Back in those days, I was married, and pops would buy 2 sunday papers every week, one for me and my wife, and one for he and mom. anyhow on the day in question, he was on his newspaper run, when he saw the U-pick sign was out at his favorite field. $2 for a 5 gallon bucket or brown grocery bag full. so he starts diving up and down the rows, looking foe "good ones" they always seem to be at the outer edges where the tractors dont like to go, he would tell me later. well as he is looking at the tomatos and not where he is going, he drives about 100 yards down a muddy rutted out row, that any sane person would have avoided, but this is my pops we are talking about, sanity never came into question. When he felt the truck starting to slow, he gassed it, to his credit he did get 20 more yards before he buried the rear end, and had both tires free spinning. He decides, that since he is stuck, he might as well pick tomatos. so he grabs his buckets, and his grocery bags, and starts picking. I am unclear in my memory, if this was before he had a cell phone,if he was out of a service area, or if he left that contraption at home. I do recall my Mom calling me saying "That father of yours, went for the papers 2 hours ago, and he isnt back yet." So , off I go in search of the old man. I went by all his usual places, and then I saw the U pick sign. I drive out the old country roads to the feild, and sure enough there is his truck, but no pops, Then I am worried, heart attack? snake bite? I toot the horn and he stands up 10 rows away, with his big grin, "Help me tote these suckers" he says, "I got some big ones". well Im running out of room here, so let me shorten the story, I had a chain, in my brand new 1998 f150, I had to get under his truck hook up the chains, pull him out, pay for the extra bags of tomatos( he only brought enough money for the newspapers) and follow him home. Moms was waiting at the screen door, with that look on her face, all I heard as I was checking out my red clay encrusted carpet and seats, was her saying, "If you think Im gonna cann all those today, you must have bumped your **** head" I quietly snuck away, I had saved him once, he was on his own...

 

[farmgirl19]

I love these stories guys! I could read them all day, and keep smiling! My dad and I were very close, but I think i'd rather read than write!

Thanks to y'all for sharing!

 

[CompactTractorFan]

You can enter me in!

...and my story (a short one at that):

Years ago me and my dad were working on the front yard when it came time for a supply run to Home Depot. We ended up loading 1,000 pounds of bagged top soil into the trunk of our '95 Ford Explorer along with fence posts and all our other needed supplies. The tires were almost rubbing the wheel wells. :confused2:

 

[Midniteoyl]

Entered, but no dad stories... currently working on making some 'me and my grandkids' ones though :thumbsup:

 

[dusty3030]

Winner! Winner! Winner!

All entries were numbered. Number drawn at random for TPMS kit - sparc, congratulations.

Dad story entries. All dad story entries were numbered, number drawn at random - jwstewar, your secret prize a Hopkins Multi tow adapter!

Please pm me preferred mailing address and your fabulous prizes will be sent ASAP.

 

[Larro Darro]

Congrats on this thread, Dusty. And to jwsterar for being the lucky winner. I liked reading all the stories. Dads are special. You who still have them, enjoy every minute of it.

 

[farmgirl19]

Larro;

+1. My dad and I were really close, and I miss him every day. He's been gone 17 years, and I still find myself picking up the phone to call and chat, or ask his advice.

And dads, don't exclude your girls. They can do almost everything the boys can do. Memories made now, can never be erased.