The Old Man and the Sea.

My version of Ernest Hemingway's story will be titled: "The Scrapman and the Car". I guess I discovered the limits of my receiver hitch. The weight of the car being loaded onto the trailer tore the rivets and weld from the plate on my bumper. Fortunately this little tragedy happened while still in the yard and not out on highway 30.
Richard just happened to have another bumper in stock. He usually has about 2 or 3 of anything you might need for a 6.2. He also has an impressive inventory of parts and pieces for the following: Volkswagen cars, most makes and models of riding lawn mowers, 1950-1970 Russian Military vehicles, Massey Ferguson/Harrison tractors, and landing gear for earlier Space Shuttles. Lately, however, he has been specializing in fashionable eyewear.




So my truck is back online now and ready for upcoming scrap missions. There was a lot of beating and hammering involved to make the new bumper conform to installation standards, so I was cursing myself for all the caked on mud and dirt from past wheeling excursions that landed in my eyes, ears, mouth and hair while crawling around under the truck.