Long trip report with pictures.
tl/dr: Drove the project truck from one end of Texas to the other, back again, loaded both ways, and truck passed the test with flying colors. I'm proud of the accomplishment and consider the engine broken in. I feel comfortable now moving ahead with tuning.
When the panhandle was on fire I was planting and couldn't get away from the farm. I had hay to donate and contacted one of the relief groups about a donation - but understandably, I'm just so far from the disaster that transportation was a hurdle. Trucks running from central Texas were making quick turns so it made little sense to deadhead here, and I couldn't get away to haul it to a collection point nearer, so I just had to wait for the right time to help with what little I had to offer.
We finished planting cotton early last week - caught a good rain - and I found myself in need of at 54' rotary hoe. The closest new one I could find was in Abernathy. That's only about 3 hours from Canadian and a relatively small diversion in a 24hr trip - so I endeavored to make my donation after all. The big wrinkle was - I was dead set on trial by fire for the Catastrophic Cummins! Monday afternoon I made contact with South Plains Equipment, Tuesday morning I had a deal, and by Tuesday afternoon - without near enough thought or preparation - I was on the road.
That afternoon's drive was pretty stressful. I heard the faintest variations in sound, I felt the finest vibrations, and I was fixated on the Edge monitor, anticipating a disaster that never happened. I got to Abilene about 10:30 and woke up bit after 4; so a lot of Tuesday morning was in the dark. I got to see a herd of mulies very near the roadside (!) just out of Paducah, which was cool for me. We can pick up the action in Childress where I bought the most expensive fuel of the trip: $4.
As I drove farther and farther from home my anxiety multiplied. My safety net was shrinking away behind me, and even though I had commitments from buddies to bail me out if this all went south - they were now more than a day away, and I was in truck that still felt like a stranger. Sure, I had totally disassembled & reassembled it over the last year, but we were on a trip, loaded, greater than all the miles we'd driven together around home. The risk of waiting on the side of the highway with a few diet cokes and pretzels outside Winters or Wellington for help a day way was real. Seeing the sunrise near the Red River was real boost - I was close and for the first time I felt like was going to make it.
As I neared Canadian the damage met my nostrils before it I saw the burn scars. There is no escaping, or mistaking, the burnt smell and it permeates everything. As I rolled into town on 83 I couldn't miss what I was looking for: a collection yard behind the feed store with a mountain of hay, neatly organized by type and size.
Jim made quick work of getting me unloaded. He was one of the volunteers working the yard and he's from Arkansas. I don't know how long he's there for but he had also come a long way to give his time and effort. The stacks of donated hay and good will of the volunteer effort contrasted with the scorched earth we were standing on made it a surreal setting.
I could have stayed and visited with Jim for a while, and since I'd successfully completed leg one of my journey, I kind of wanted to - but I had to get on because someone else was rolling in to do their part. I was very happy to add my little bit to the pile; I hope some survivor cow appreciates the taste of South Texas. Speaking of - as a border rat I'll admit to snickering when I hear about how good Allsup's burritos are. I fancy myself a pretty good judge of breakfast tacos, and when in Rome and all....
Not bad Allsup's. I mean, if you don't have Whataburger, or a vieja who makes her own tortillas, you do what you can, right? 8/10. Would eat again.
I felt like a race car leaving town without the hay onboard. I paralleled the fire's track a long way out of town and eventually it faded off in the distance and I made my way to Abernathy. South Plains didn't tarry getting me loaded. A little tweak here and there with a big wheel loader and I was putting chains on in no time. This was going to be a pleasure to haul compared to the parachute-like load of hay.
The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. I couldn't, or didn't, maintain the 80mph speed limit on I10. I drove a lot of 60, 65, & 70. The hay was an ass whipping, no doubt, and direct is your friend on some of those hills. 4th gear came in handy once or twice. I can only build 40 pounds of boost. I believe that is largely due to the factory tuning; but even when I had it mashed to the floor EGTs were well under 1200*. Mostly 1000*-1120*. I never saw any smoke but there is a little soot on the bed. For all the fuel I burned, and it was a metric crap ton of it, that is not a surprise. However, the compounds do a great job of managing that and also helping me keep it in 6th and some boost up when running under 2k rpms. So far I am very happy with that upgrade and can't wait to get some tuning to take advantage of them. That said - for anyone not familiar with the G56 transmission - gear rollover noise is REAL. It's a good thing I was prepared and knew what to expect, otherwise I would have probably cut the trip short at the first good hill. We flat-landers don't hear it that often, but pulling a hill of getting a load up to speed in the lower rpm band is a gut check with a G56.
When I was standing in the yard in Canadian I checked to see how far I was from home. 755 mi.
Later I got curious; what if I'd just got back on 83 and headed north, then driven the same distance that direction as I was from home? The answer: just into North Dakota.
If I had done that - and added about 240 miles to it - I could have gone from Canadian to ACTUAL Canada. Texas is a big state - I should know - I've seen a big part of it in the last couple days.
That was a memorable, productive trip. I was pretty hush - hush about what I was doing when I left, for fear that it wouldn't end well and I'd be embarrassed for such a foolhardy undertaking. But the CC didn't let me down and as we got farther south I felt pretty proud of the work I'd done on this project. It may blow up soon - but I will always have this trip to point to as a win. Until the next update...