So familiar.
One day Dad says “come on, I need your help”
Short of it was this.
We stopped at a machine supply and he bought 6 5 gallon buckets of 90wt oil.
It was snowing and I was wondering what the hell?
We pulled up to a property with an old road grader and he says “Time to find the drive chains”
3 feet of snow and we are digging and kicking up the huge frozen to the ground chains.
Like a bicycle chain, but links 4 inches wide and 6 long (each link)
We built a fire and drug the chains by it so they would flex enough to install.
Took us about 4 hours to get those drive chains in the cases and around the sprockets.
About froze my *** off, and actually wondered if my fingers would ever work again.
Then we drove it the 12 miles back home in the snow.
No windows of course.
Mom drove us back to get the truck.
That’s the day we got the road grader.
Absolutely know what you mean.
My Dad needed a lot of help when he got towards the last few years of his life, and it was the same.
Any little thing took forever,
but time spent with him was worth it.
Sometimes I would just write off the whole day to it.
One day I went to see how he was doing and when I walked in the door he was completely naked except he was wearing his 38 special.
I asked what was up, and he said he was “gonna go get some pu**y”
Uh,,,,,
I told him I didn’t think that’s how it was done.
Ended up talking him out of it.
He didn’t know it, but I had taken the firing pin out of that gun awhile back.
