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  2. Hi Dave, $114.86 was the total for everything. nice people to deal with.
  3. Are you looking for the ones that bolt in around the pedals and shifter or complete replacement floor plans?
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  5. We’ve all heard about hacking computerized vehicles, but the risk may be worse than you think. A hacker with only modest resources could launch a massive attack against our automotive infrastructure. View the full article
  6. I may have the factory plate that mounts to the dash for mounting the cb on. Its grey steel
  7. If it were a short it will likely show up as a fault does the check engine light eliminate when the miss occurs? EUP malfunctions should show!
  8. Hello, new to this forum. I was wondering if anyone has the diagrams for the 4 axle Mack Boxcab, otherwise known as Mack No. 3 and 4. I am interested in making a 3D model of it, and bringing it into the Trainz Railroad Simulator. If anyone has anything, my email is Trainman05@mail.com. Thanks, TM05/MatthewB.
  9. I am looking for rust free floor pans for my 87 Superliner. Thanks
  10. Looks good from here!
  11. Nice! It's OK, I am sure Swishy had all the proper paperwork.
  12. The trailers are still good for weekend work!
  13. Looks like a nice truck....$25k. https://www.ebay.com/itm/1985-Mack-Roll-Back/193105746413?hash=item2cf5ffd9ed:g:TVIAAOSwMSZdf5tU&autorefresh=true
  14. Hobart Before you do anything serious to take it apart, contact user "dieselsteveo" over on the Just Old Trucks .com website.. Peter J's forum... He is part of the Cummins 100th anniversary team and would likely know of someone who would want the complete unit??
  15. Used Mack Superliner RW753 Daycab for sale. Features: Double Frame, Dual Power Steering Boxes, Air Ride Cab, Dual Exhaust Stacks, 3/4 Aluminum Rear Fenders, Painted Sun visor, Dual Locking 5th Wheel, Wetline System, Air Conditioning, 20,000 lb. Hendrickson Non-Steerable Lift Axle, and more. Hundreds of new and used trucks, trailers, and parts for sale at Coopersburg & Liberty Kenworth. Two convenient locations: Coopersburg, PA (near Allentown) and Swedesboro, NJ (near Philadelphia). NOTE: Truck has bad engine, and does not run. Sold as-is.
  16. This was Swishy At a Truck Show, A little while ago........
  17. The Best Obituary Ever, and the Wacky Funeral That Followed A Connecticut prankster’s newspaper eulogy has captured hearts from London to Pittsburgh and back. Image Friday’s funeral for Joe Heller, a Connecticut town constable, snowplow operator, crossing guard, dogcatcher — and prankster. CENTERBROOK, CONN. — Joe Heller always wanted to have the last laugh and in the did just that. So when he died at 82 on Sept. 8, his daughter Monique Heller sought to provide it by writing a paid obituary in the local paper describing her father’s inimitably irreverent and preposterous personality. Her humorous tribute was published — online and in print — last week in The Hartford Courant and immediately caught digital fire. Readers loved the infectious account of this small town Everyman who embodied the tight-knit nature of this hamlet near the Connecticut River, between New Haven and New London. Joe Heller made his last undignified and largely irreverent gesture on September 8, 2019, signing off on a life, in his words, "generally well-lived and with few regrets." When the doctors confronted his daughters with the news last week that "your father is a very sick man," in unison they replied, "you have no idea." God thankfully broke the mold after Joe was born to the late Joseph Heller, Sr. and Ruth Marion (Clock) on January 24, 1937 in New Haven, CT. Being born during the depression shaped Joe's formative years and resulted in a lifetime of frugality, hoarding and cheap mischief, often at the expense of others. Being the eldest was a dubious task but he was up for the challenge and led and tortured his siblings through a childhood of obnoxious pranks, with his brother, Bob, generally serving as his wingman. Pat, Dick and Kathy were often on the receiving end of such lessons as "Ding Dong, Dogsh*t" and thwarting lunch thieves with laxative-laced chocolate cake and excrement meatloaf sandwiches. His mother was not immune to his pranks as he named his first dog, "Fart," so she would have to scream his name to come home if he wandered off. Joe started his long and illustrious career as a Library Assistant at Yale Law School Library alongside his father before hatching a plan with his lifelong buddies, Ronny Kaiser and Johnny Olson, to join the Navy and see the world together. Their plot was thwarted and the three were split up when Joe pulled the "long straw" and was assigned to a coveted base in Bermuda where he joined the "Seabees," Construction Battalion, and was appointed to the position of Construction Electrician's Mate 3rd class. His service to the country and community didn't end after his honorable discharge. Joe was a Town Constable, Volunteer Fireman and Ambulance Association member, Cross walk guard, Public Works Snow Plower and a proud member of the Antique Veterans organization. Joe was a self-taught chemist and worked at Cheeseborough-Ponds where he developed one of their first cosmetics' lines. There he met the love of his life, Irene, who was hoodwinked into thinking he was a charming individual with decorum. Boy, was she ever wrong. Joe embarrassed her daily with his mouth and choice of clothing. To this day we do not understand how he convinced our mother, an exceedingly proper woman and a pillar in her church, to sew and create the colorful costumes and props which he used for his antics. Growing up in Joe's household was never dull. If the old adage of "You only pull the hair of those you love" holds true, his three daughters were well loved. Joe was a frequent customer of the girls' beauty shops, allowing them to "do" his hair and apply make-up liberally. He lovingly assembled doll furniture and built them a play kitchen and forts in the back yard. During their formative years, Joe made sure that their moral fibers were enriched by both Archie Bunker and Benny Hill. When they began dating, Joe would greet their dates by first running their license plates and checking for bald tires. If their vehicle passed inspection, they were invited into the house where shotguns, harpoons and sheep "nutters" were left clearly on display. After retiring from running Bombaci Fuel, he was perhaps, most well-known for his role as the Essex Town "Dawg Kecher." He refused to put any of his "prisoners" down and would look for the perfect homes for them. One of them was a repeat offender who he named "A**hole" because no owner would ever keep him for very long because he was, in fact, an a**hole. My Dad would take his buddy on daily rides in his van and they'd roam around town with the breeze blowing through both of their fur. He never met a dog he didn't like, the same could not be said for the wanna-be blue bloods, snoots and summer barnacles that roamed about town. His words, not ours. Well maybe not exactly his words as those would been much more colorful. Joe was a frequent shopper at the Essex Dump and he left his family with a house full of crap, 300 pounds of birdseed and dead houseplants that they have no idea what to do with. If there was ever a treasure that he snatched out from under you among the mounds of junk, please wait the appropriate amount of time to contact the family to claim your loot. We're available tomorrow. Joe was also a consummate napper. There wasn't a road, restaurant or friend's house in Essex that he didn't fall asleep on or in. There wasn't an occasion too formal or an event too dour that Joe didn't interrupt with his apnea and voluminous snoring. Besides his beloved wife, Irene, and brother, Bobby, Joe was pre-deceased by his pet fish, Jack, who we found in the freezer last week. Left to squabble over his vast fortune, real estate holdings and "treasures" are his three daughters Michelle Heller (Andrew Bennett) of Newton, MA, Lisette Heller (Lenny Estelle) of Ivoryton, CT and Monique Heller (John Parnoff) of Old Lyme, CT. He relished his role as Papa and Grampa Joe to Zachary, Maxwell and Emily Bennett, Megan, Mackenzie and Ryan Korcak, and Giovanna and Mattea Parnoff and hopes that he taught at least one of them to cuss properly. Left with decades of fond and colorful memories are his siblings Pat Bedard of Madison, Richard (Pat) Heller of Oxford, and Kathy Heller of Killingworth, sisters-in-law, Kathy McGowan of Niantic and Diane Breslin of Killingworth, and 14 nieces and nephews. No flowers, please. The family is seeking donations to offset the expense of publishing an exceedingly long obituary which would have really pissed Joe off. Seriously, what would have made him the happiest is for you to go have a cup of coffee with a friend and bullsh*t about his antics or play a harmless prank on some unsuspecting sap. If we still haven't dissuaded you and you feel compelled to waste your hard-earned money to honor his memory, donations may be sent to: Seabee Memorial Scholarship Association, PO Box 667, Gulfport, MS 39502. A celebration of his life, with Joe laid out in all his glory, will be held on Thursday, September 12, at the Essex Fire Department, 11 Saybrook Road, from 4-7. A light dinner will be served as Joe felt no get-together was complete without food. None of his leftovers or kitchen concoctions will be pawned off on any unsuspecting guests. Feel free to be as late as you'd like as Joe was never on time for anything because of the aforementioned napping habits. Joe despised formality and stuffiness and would really be ticked off if you showed up in a suit. Dress comfortably. The family encourages you to don the most inappropriate T-Shirt that you are comfortable being seen in public with as Joe often did. Everybody has a Joe story and we'd love to hear them all. Joe faced his death and his mortality, as he did with his life, face on, often telling us that when he dropped dead to dig a hole in the back yard and just roll him in. Much to his disappointment, he will be properly interred with full military honors (and maybe Jack) next to his wife on Friday, September 13, at 10:00 am in Centerbrook Cemetery. The family is forever in debt to his neighbor, Barry Peterson, for all of his help in recent years. We couldn't have done it without you. Sorry, Mom, Lisette and I did the best we could to take care of him and keep him out of your hair as long as we could. Back in your court now. To share a memory of Joe or send a condolence to his family please visit Mr. Heller was 82 when he died last Sunday. The obituary listed achievements such as being a “consummate napper” and a regular browser of collectibles at the local dump. “There wasn’t a road, restaurant or friend’s house in Essex that he didn’t fall asleep on or in,” Ms. Heller wrote, adding that her father “left his family with a house full of crap, 300 pounds of birdseed and dead houseplants that they have no idea what to do with.” Ms. Heller wrote that her father had warned her against a fancy send-off when he died, preferring that his family “dig a hole in the backyard and just roll him in.” “He said, ‘I don’t want any of that funeral home stuff,’” she said, employing an off-color word for stuff. They disappointed him with a festive memorial Thursday evening at the town firehouse, where everyone told Joe Heller stories. The obituary implored attendees to wear “the most inappropriate T-shirt that you are comfortable being seen in public with, as Joe often did.” On Friday morning, Mr. Heller’s body, in a coffin draped with an American flag, was placed on the 1941 Mack fire truck he helped restore and taken to Centerbrook Cemetery to be buried next to his wife, Irene, who died in 2015, and whom he embarrassed daily “with his mouth and choice of clothing,” according to the obituary. Image Mr. Heller’s body was carried on the 1941 Mack fire truck he had helped to restore.CreditMonica Jorge for The New York Times Family members followed the fire truck in Mr. Heller’s immaculately restored 1932 Plymouth roadster with, as per his request, a set of plastic testicles dangling from the rear bumper. Mr. Heller’s obit was shared widely on social media, first locally among his many friends in town and then around the world, leading to articles in countless news outlets. Ms. Heller said on Friday that, “My friend told me that my obit started a new category called Joe-bituaries. She said, ‘You just put the ‘fun’ in funeral.’” While many paid obituaries are often brief, grievous catalogs of survivors and funeral information, Ms. Heller’s submission was a snappy, unvarnished take on her father as one of the great pranksters in Middlesex County, Conn. “God thankfully broke the mold after Joe was born,” she wrote. Ms. Heller, the youngest of Mr. Heller’s three daughters, recalled her father’s doctor approaching them toward the end of Mr. Heller’s life and informing them that he was “a very sick man" Their humorous response: “You have no idea.” The obit chronicled Mr. Heller’s wry outlook and his constant pranks, from passing laxative-filled cake off to friends who pilfered his lunch to bestowing his dogs with off-color names (the better to make loved ones blush when calling the animal). “ “My friend told me that my obit started a new category called Joe-bituaries. She said, ‘You just put the ‘fun’ in funeral,’” Mr. Heller’s daughter said .CreditMonica Jorge for The New York Times As a young man, Mr. Heller worked as a library assistant at the Yale Law School library before joining the Navy. With no money for college, he managed to secure a job as a self-taught chemist at a local makeup company, where he developed its early cosmetic lines. When the company moved to Greenwich, Conn., Mr. Heller decided the new town would be too rich for his blood, and he opted to give up the job to stay in Centerbrook, among the working-class friends he treasured, Ms. Heller said. “He was proud of being a blue-collar guy and not part of the old or new money of Essex,” she said of the municipality that includes Centerbrook and has affluent sections and a wealthy summer contingent with yachts and second homes. Ms. Heller’s obituary noted that her father considered many of these people “wannabe blue bloods, snoots and summer barnacles that roamed about town.” Mr. Heller was also proud to be a local civil servant, as a longstanding member of the Essex Volunteer Fire Department and a founder of the local ambulance corps. He also worked variously as town constable, snowplow operator, crossing guard and dogcatcher, she said. “He got these jobs because he was the go-to guy in town,” Ms. Heller said. “When the town needed something done, they’d just call Joe. As dogcatcher, he customized the wording on his truck to read “Dawg Kecher,” and he staunchly refused to follow local guidelines requiring the euthanizing of some dogs. Ms. Heller said her father raised his daughters on a steady diet of television characters like Archie Bunker and Benny Hill. When young men sought to pick his daughters up for a date, Mr. Heller would first run their license plates and check their vehicles for safety, including an inspection of how worn their tires were. When suitors entered the home, he made sure to be cleaning one of his guns, and that his collection of shotguns and harpoons were clearly on display, Ms. Heller said. On Friday morning, a Navy honor guard — long known as the Antique Veterans Organization because of its aging membership — delivered a rifle salute, played taps and performed a ceremonial flag-folding ceremony. The honor guard’s commander, Joseph Barry, admitted that Mr. Heller would have “dropped a few F-bombs” in declaring the whole thing superfluous. After the burial, Ms. Heller held the American flag presented in her father’s honor and said perhaps the obit had struck a chord with regular people. “People like my dad are the backbone of this country,” she said, “and I think the world wants to hear their stories.’’
  18. Now I know where my spare flux capacitor wandered off to.
  19. no problem he gots four wheel drive
  20. Trimble in.sight attendees got an update on regulatory "hot topics" for trucking, including hours of service, drug testing, and more. View the full article
  21. That’s ok, I saw the complete opposite of a Mini Cooper being hauled by a W900 with a lowboy one day... got it stuck over the railroad tracks by my house. Unfortunately I was working when they finally got it unstuck, otherwise I would’ve just used the CF to haul it back over the way he came, just to give him some hope only for him to realize there’s no space for him to turn around. There’s signs everywhere saying you have to have a good amount of clearance if you’ve got a trailer! Also reminds me of that time a guy almost bent his trailer in half trying to tow a house boat because he thought it’d be smarter to lay the thing on blocks instead of spreading the load out over the trailer bed...
  22. Thought of that. But I’m not sure if an industrial engine will work right in a truck the way the governor is set up
  23. The news part of BON has just been a bot that echoed Ford PR since the site owner had a meeting with Ford years ago. Maybe Ford quit paying the site's fees?
  24. That man ain't been in the south,they may start out small but man knock out a few kids and presto you got you some shade.
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