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There was a fine crisp day in 73 when I needed to tow a burned out tr4 from an impound lot and had nothing better than my faithful Tr3.
I fabbed up a tow bar to attach to the horribly crispy Tr4, loaded up some tools, tires,one buddy and some wine. It was only 70 miles, what could happen?
Snow could happen and it did. By the time we had the hulk up on 4"tires" and hooked up the tow bar, it was snowing heavily.
I had cut my hand on melted glass and we discovered that the Tr4 would not steer due to rusted/burned steering.
Finally we managed to get the cars to move( after a fashion) and began a very slow ride ,on some deserted back roads. wishing we had picked a better day.
A long enough ride, that we started to sober up( as the wine was now gone). Just as well, as "white knuckle" is the best description I can give
of the horrible handling, as the Tr4 was making my car NOT go, NOT turn ,and worse, NOT slow down . And the snow getting bad.
As we neared the middle of nowhere, there was a long down sloping stretch that interested with an actual highway replete with
a stop sign and cross traffic. Tapping on the brakes revealed that Newton's Laws were still working and there was now way to stop this
train let alone make a 90 deg turn if we could. With nothin else to do I managed to get all 8 wheels into a slight drift as we blew the sign,
sideways onto the highway. The road was plowed ,and we got traction enough to straighten out and proceed home without further issues.
My friend was now in somewhat of a foul mood, and in fact never willingly road with me again. He did however like to tell the storey
at times and laugh at how dumb we were in college wondering how we had survived.
Mad dog
I fabbed up a tow bar to attach to the horribly crispy Tr4, loaded up some tools, tires,one buddy and some wine. It was only 70 miles, what could happen?
Snow could happen and it did. By the time we had the hulk up on 4"tires" and hooked up the tow bar, it was snowing heavily.
I had cut my hand on melted glass and we discovered that the Tr4 would not steer due to rusted/burned steering.
Finally we managed to get the cars to move( after a fashion) and began a very slow ride ,on some deserted back roads. wishing we had picked a better day.
A long enough ride, that we started to sober up( as the wine was now gone). Just as well, as "white knuckle" is the best description I can give
of the horrible handling, as the Tr4 was making my car NOT go, NOT turn ,and worse, NOT slow down . And the snow getting bad.
As we neared the middle of nowhere, there was a long down sloping stretch that interested with an actual highway replete with
a stop sign and cross traffic. Tapping on the brakes revealed that Newton's Laws were still working and there was now way to stop this
train let alone make a 90 deg turn if we could. With nothin else to do I managed to get all 8 wheels into a slight drift as we blew the sign,
sideways onto the highway. The road was plowed ,and we got traction enough to straighten out and proceed home without further issues.
My friend was now in somewhat of a foul mood, and in fact never willingly road with me again. He did however like to tell the storey
at times and laugh at how dumb we were in college wondering how we had survived.
Mad dog
