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<blockquote data-quote="Idaman" data-source="post: 769837" data-attributes="member: 14119"><p>When you live in a remote area and the roads aren't that great and no one ever drives a new vehicle you are going to see some pretty amazing and ingenuous solutions to the age old problem of 'keepin er runnin '. One of the most descriptive and commonly used comments was "She's no more good!"</p><p></p><p>One day on the way to meet the mail stage I passed several young Indians that I didn't recognize and they were all sitting on the ground in a circle on a blanket beside their incapacitated vehicle. When I stopped to see just what was going on I saw that they had a whole lot of oily small parts spread out on the blanket and soon I could see that what they had apart was their automatic transmission. From the way they were working on it I would say that the seals had become "no more good'. To replace the seals in that remote setting they had found a very pitchy log and with the aid of a fire they were melting the pitch and then applying it to the parts needing seals. The fire was what had attracted my attention as they were huddled around a good sized fire in 100 degree weather. When I came back by later in the day they were gone and I hadn't seen them on the road so it must have worked for a while at least.</p><p></p><p>The local hippy had an old Ford that had certainly seen better days and was pretty rusted out. So much so that there were holes rusted clear through that you could see the road going by. These holes were right in front of each rear wheel. In the winter when the roads were slick but the hills still remained steep the hippy just couldn't go anywhere. With his personality he would have been much better just to stay home but that wasn't what he wanted. To solve his dilemma he filled several five gallon pails with sand and set them in the back where the seat had been. As he would be climbing a hill and starting to spin he would just reach in the back into one of those buckets, grab some sand and then trickle it out on the road just ahead of his rear tire through the rust hole. This worked really well except that going down those steep hills either he would slide with the brakes on or his brakes weren't good enough to slow him sufficiently. To solve this problem of gaining speed while going down hill he carried an axe in the trunk and some pieces of chain. Whenever he was approaching a steep down grade he would stop use the axe, cut down a sizable tree, attach it with the chains to the back of his car and drag the tree to the bottom of the hill. We noticed that during a snowy and slick winter there were several logs abandoned down near the suspension bridge. </p><p></p><p>One fall when I was hauling cattle to Kamloops and traveling the road every day I saw a really nice fairly new van parked down along the river with no one around. I thought at the time that that van had better be gone soon or occupied or it was in grave danger. I found out later that some rafters had left it there to use when they arrived there to end their raft trip. They had gone about 150 miles up the river to put their rafts in the river and float back down to where the van was parked. To them it seemed like a great idea and what could go wrong?</p><p></p><p>Well what could go wrong did go wrong. The first day the van was just parked there, locked and presumably safe. The second day I went by the van had seemed to shrink into the ground some but upon closer inspection the tires and wheels were gone and it was sitting on the axles and frame. The third day the doors were all open, the seats and radio gone as well as anything else removable. The fourth day the grill had been beaten out with a sledge hammer and the motor and transmission dragged out through the front. The last day the van body was upside down and all the axles, brakes, and other fine parts were missing. That was the way the landing rafters found the situation except that they were 60 miles from town and a phone at least 15 miles in possession of someone who really did not want them to use it. </p><p></p><p>If I know the humor of the removers of the parts they probably knew where there was a run out van and just put all the newly "purchased" parts in it and then went down to the river and offered the distressed rafters a ride to town in a van that was at least partly their own. I'll bet the perpetrators of this prank just had a tremendous laugh at those dumb rafters.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Idaman, post: 769837, member: 14119"] When you live in a remote area and the roads aren’t that great and no one ever drives a new vehicle you are going to see some pretty amazing and ingenuous solutions to the age old problem of ‘keepin er runnin ‘. One of the most descriptive and commonly used comments was “She’s no more good!” One day on the way to meet the mail stage I passed several young Indians that I didn’t recognize and they were all sitting on the ground in a circle on a blanket beside their incapacitated vehicle. When I stopped to see just what was going on I saw that they had a whole lot of oily small parts spread out on the blanket and soon I could see that what they had apart was their automatic transmission. From the way they were working on it I would say that the seals had become “no more good’. To replace the seals in that remote setting they had found a very pitchy log and with the aid of a fire they were melting the pitch and then applying it to the parts needing seals. The fire was what had attracted my attention as they were huddled around a good sized fire in 100 degree weather. When I came back by later in the day they were gone and I hadn’t seen them on the road so it must have worked for a while at least. The local hippy had an old Ford that had certainly seen better days and was pretty rusted out. So much so that there were holes rusted clear through that you could see the road going by. These holes were right in front of each rear wheel. In the winter when the roads were slick but the hills still remained steep the hippy just couldn’t go anywhere. With his personality he would have been much better just to stay home but that wasn’t what he wanted. To solve his dilemma he filled several five gallon pails with sand and set them in the back where the seat had been. As he would be climbing a hill and starting to spin he would just reach in the back into one of those buckets, grab some sand and then trickle it out on the road just ahead of his rear tire through the rust hole. This worked really well except that going down those steep hills either he would slide with the brakes on or his brakes weren’t good enough to slow him sufficiently. To solve this problem of gaining speed while going down hill he carried an axe in the trunk and some pieces of chain. Whenever he was approaching a steep down grade he would stop use the axe, cut down a sizable tree, attach it with the chains to the back of his car and drag the tree to the bottom of the hill. We noticed that during a snowy and slick winter there were several logs abandoned down near the suspension bridge. One fall when I was hauling cattle to Kamloops and traveling the road every day I saw a really nice fairly new van parked down along the river with no one around. I thought at the time that that van had better be gone soon or occupied or it was in grave danger. I found out later that some rafters had left it there to use when they arrived there to end their raft trip. They had gone about 150 miles up the river to put their rafts in the river and float back down to where the van was parked. To them it seemed like a great idea and what could go wrong? Well what could go wrong did go wrong. The first day the van was just parked there, locked and presumably safe. The second day I went by the van had seemed to shrink into the ground some but upon closer inspection the tires and wheels were gone and it was sitting on the axles and frame. The third day the doors were all open, the seats and radio gone as well as anything else removable. The fourth day the grill had been beaten out with a sledge hammer and the motor and transmission dragged out through the front. The last day the van body was upside down and all the axles, brakes, and other fine parts were missing. That was the way the landing rafters found the situation except that they were 60 miles from town and a phone at least 15 miles in possession of someone who really did not want them to use it. If I know the humor of the removers of the parts they probably knew where there was a run out van and just put all the newly “purchased” parts in it and then went down to the river and offered the distressed rafters a ride to town in a van that was at least partly their own. I’ll bet the perpetrators of this prank just had a tremendous laugh at those dumb rafters. [/QUOTE]
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