I haven’t given you an update about the 1989 Ford F-150 that David bought for me, named The Marshal by the previous owners, but I have a good one for you now, because the Marshal did a mitzvah. I was walking my three-legged dog and two-legged kid the other night, when I saw a car idling with its nose well into a ditch, helplessly stuck. I knocked on the window to see a frustrated woman in there, who was doing a three-point turn on the dark street, only to find that point two was an unforgiving chasm. I live just down the street, and I know the F-150 has a really low first gear I’ve always wanted to try using for, you know, something, so I told her I’d grab my truck and see what I could do.
I got the truck and a tow strap, looped one end through her Hyundai’s towing eye and the other around my tow hitch. I got in, put it in the granny gear first, and slowly let off the clutch and on the gas. At first, I got some wheelspin, not surprising with cold tires and an empty bed, but pretty soon there was a lurch and a satisfying sensation of mass and motion, and holy shit, the car was freed!
Way to go, Marshal! You made someone’s night significantly less terrible and expensive!
I did have to replace the serpentine belt tensioner sorta recently, too, but once I did that, this old brute has been pretty rock solid.
Plus, modern tow straps are incredible. The one I used looks like something you’d have on a duffel bag but can hold like 5,000 plus pounds. How the hell do they do that?