left Frankfort on Thursday morning, deadheading to Nashville with a short run back over the border to Morgantown, KY. Then I popped back down to Springfield, TN and picked up a load going to the Washington, DC area. This afforded me the opportunity to spend the night at home in Frankfort en route to the east coast.
he truck has been running nicely since the additional repair work last week with the exception of someting wrong in the fuel system. It had actually started a few weeks ago while out west. When descending grades and engine was required to provide some of the braking power, the check engine light would come on, then got back off when I accelerated again. It only did it on occasion and so infrequently that I had forgotten about it. It began doing it a lot on Thursday and and by Friday morning, it was staying on for long periods of time after the smallest of grades, taking forever to go off again and only after a long bout of acceleration. What's worse, I was experiencing a degradation in power while the engine was on, and some sputtering. I stopped in Charleston, WV and had the fuel filter changed for good measure and that seemed to clear things up. No more check engine light... for about 100 miles then it started coming on again on the grades and got steadily worse, but not as bad as before.
hile having not one, not two, but THREE tires replaced on a loaded trailer I had picked-up in Williamsburg, VA on Saturday morning, I was browsing through the shop store and saw a jug of Howe's Power Klene, a lubricant and cleaner for diesel fuel systems. I bought a jug figuring, what the hell, and put it in the tanks the next time I fueled in northern Maryland on my way to Tobyhanna, PA. There was an immediate improvement, but the check engine light still comes on every now and then. I'm guessing the fuel injector is just old and dirty and that it's been causing diesel to back-up into the filter housing on downgrades, tripping the sensor. I'll keep giving it treatments to see if it cleans it out enough that it's not something worry about any more, or at the very least, until I can talk with someone in the shop back home.
n my way to Tobyhanna, I picked up Tim, a fresh out of trucking school student. He's a young guy, all of 21 years, and from Lowell, Massachusetts. He has an exotic accent that suggests he may originally have come from the Caribbean, but I'm not sure. When I asked where he was from all he offered was Lowell and I'm not the prying type. I'm only going to have him for a few days though. When he was assigned to me, I called the student department and told them about my plans to train mxpwr. He's currently on a trainer's truck, but they're having a little bit of what you could call a personality conflict. The original plan had been for me to get mxpwr after his PTO midway through training, but now we're coordinating a crossing of paths in Omaha on Tuesday and he's planning to forgo the time-off and just do the whole thing straight through. I explained all of this to them, but they still wanted to get Tim on the truck with me rather than having him sit in Allentown all weekend. Besides, he has a great chance of picking up another trainer really quickly there.
ight after picking-up Tim last night, I was getting ready to merge onto U.S. 22 east when I experienced what felt like a loss power of power accompanied by a loud hissing noise. My first thought was "What now?" as I pulled over onto the shoulder of the ramp. After a cursory examination, I deduced I was losing air rapidly, which is what the loud hissing was. The loss of power was actually drag from the spring brakes engaging due to the loss of air. With the brakes set, the air stopped leaking. I let the tanks recharge with air and while leaving the trailer brakes set, I released the truck brakes and the hissing began again so I hopped out and grabbed my flashlight to inspect. I crawled under the truck and found the air hose attached to my brand new brake chamber disconnected from the fitting on the frame of the truck. They shouldn't have had to have removed it to replace the chamber, so I'm guessing maybe they had knocked it a little loose while working on it and the lovely roads in the DC/Baltimore area had taken care of the rest. I was able to thread it back on and tighten it up with my trusty channel locks and it was all good.
o, right now Tim is driving us to Anne Arbor, MI where we have to deliver in the morning. We just got on the Ohio Turnpike. He did rather well across the mountains on 80, considering it's his first time driving; he's a little weavy and gear grindy, but that's par for the course with the new guys.
'm still getting a late straggler or two on the gams photos. There's still time! These legs belong to fujerica, my proverbial mama bear. Mama bear's got it goin' on.