So I wash the GMC, clean windows check the fluid levels, grease the driveline and suspension, check tires and my transfur case oil level( cause I have'nt replaced that leaking driveshaft output seal vet)
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Everything checks out and off we go down the street to get gas, ice for the cooler and some soda's and a couple bottles of gatorade. Did you know it gets hot in an open cab CCKW? So I turn up the A/C by running with the windshield 1/3 open.....
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I fuel up, pack the cooler and finish up the idle conversation's that people strike up while I'm gassing her up.
FIre her up turn on the lights and away we go...... About a mile and pffffft she's dead, and I coast to the shoulder.
I check the fuel filter, drop the bowl and see if its full of cr@p. Nope clean. Check the electric fuel pump, got power and pumping fuel. Pull the coil wire and check for spark. Nothing.
Thank god for cell phones, call my buddy/neighbor and have him run to NAPA and pick up a 6V coil.
So I'm sitting there waiting about a hundred cars drive by, about 10 beep their horns, about 20 waved as they drove by checking out the truck and 30 went by gawking and 3 stopped to help. 1 was a nice lady offering, the other two were military, 1 was a military married couple out to run errands and the other was a mechanic in the Army. And as he had pulled up so did my buddy with the coil.
Put it in hook it up and bang, she fires right up and off I go, 1 hour late.
So running down the road and get onto the outer skirts of Ft Bragg happily motoring along at about 38 MPH when 2 MP cars pass me in the opposate direction. When the light's come on on both cars and they do a quick 180. And I pull over to let them get by me to the call. Nope they whip in behind me with holsters open and hands on weapons. Oh, did I mention the fact that the Workman replica 50. cal was mounted up on the Gun ring?
So Two MP's come up on either side of the GMC with the other two providing cover from behind.
I have my Military ID out and ask "what's up"? And he states that I had waved him down and why? And why am I driving a military vehicle in civilian clothes, where is the vehicles dispatch and why is a weapon mounted?
I then state to the young MP that the truck was a 1945, I was shifting and steering and NOT WAVING, it has no dispatch, I can drive the truck in civilian clothes cause it's MINE and I'm on my way to the car show on Ft Bragg! They said "Oh"! and turned and walked away, I left.
I finially got to the show almost two hours late, but I made it.... But the judging was done by crowd participation with chips and I had missed alot of the crowd. But I managed to take 3RD place in BEST TRUCK ANY YEAR.
But people running the event said if I had been there from the start (on time) I would of won.
But the adventure continues, on the trip home I get caught up in a huge thunderstorm with the rain pouring down and no doors, people driving like
idiots and 1 brake on the right intermediate axle that wants to start skidding while the rest are breaking nicely on the wet roads.
Man vaccume wipers suck! Slowing down to nothing when accelerating and working fine when your coasting. Thank God for Rain X!!!
But it was fun in the end and a fine CCKW story.