DoctorBlade wrote:
Those things can be huge when you're when you're up close to them.
You are correct. I used to see these same birds last year during late summer/early fall wandering down the road past my shop. They were all a bit smaller then.
I will return to the turkeys momentarily, but first, back to the trip.
In order to go get this car, I needed a few things. First, I needed the weekend off of work, which my Shift-Supervisor would approve, with the stipulation that he got to go with me. Cool, I have a co-driver!!!
Then, I needed a trailer, as well as a truck to tow it with. The trailer was loaned to me by a friend at work, and the truck was borrowed from my friend, John Mills. John is the guy who did the "bolt-in" cage on Aussie's Challenge Mustang, and his name will appear regularly in this thread. He is not only a great guy, and great racer, he is also one Hell of an enabler!!!
So, the truck... 454 with a 5-speed manual. Yep, this should do the job.
After waking up at 7am Saturday, which due to being a 2nd-shifter for a long time, was a difficult thing to do, I drove 20 miles to get the truck. Once the truck was acquired, I had to go get the trailer, which is where the damn turkeys interjected themselves into my life. They were wandering aimlessly on the road I was on, so my plan was to just honk the horn, and they would be so scared that they would (slowly) run into the field. I also figured that if the horn didn't scare them away, I would just jump out of the truck and herd them off the road... Simple plan so what could go wrong???
Well, as soon as I played on the horn, the bastards ran TOWARDS the truck, and started pecking at the bumper!!!
Yeah, I'm not getting out to chase them away, and I'm not running any of them over... They know where I hang out to play with cars, and I don't need this type of tension...
Once I backed up, and then drove around the birds, I was able to make it to my buddy Repo's ace to hitch-up his trailer. Then it was a pretty uneventful trip to VA, despite the fact that Marylandians are completely moronic when it comes to driving.
Worst part of the trip down there, was the fact that the dually didn't have dual tanks. Fuel-stops were a common theme, on both legs of the trip. But by the time I got home, I didn't care. I bonded with, and grew to love this truck.
I will post more in a bit, but my phone is dying.