So I left the 345 to sit while I concentrated on my build-out, figuring that was that. I ordered a gasket set for a reseal, and a complete set of brass freeze plugs.
That was that, until about three weeks ago when a buddy of mine on BP PM’d me a Facebook screenshot of a 392 for sale south of Hesperus, CO for $350. The owner said he’d hold it for me until I got off work.
A winter tour of Colorado mountain passes in a really crappy snow vehicle— no big, deal, right? It hasn’t been that snowy lately.
The legend:
This is the one I’d been conditioned through the decades to fear, and I found it wasn’t a really big deal.
On to Lyn’s place where I turned the crankshaft, we loaded the engine, strapped it down, and I paid what I thought was a reasonable price, dice roll though it was.
Turn & burn, off to Ouray to a buddies place and a beer or two.
I didn’t give much thought to 550 between Durango & Ouray because I hadn’t been over that road since a summer road trip in grade school.
My first stop after Red Mountain Pass:
Now, I realize this is a family-oriented forum, not tolerant of expletives, but expletives are most effective manner to describe how ******** EFFING TERRIFIED I was coming off the Ouray side of Red Mountain Pass. I haven’t been that scared since side-hilling an M43 ambulance back in the early ‘90’s. I was born & raised on these kind of roads, and this one got to me.
My buddy JJ met me for a few, along with Tom, a local FJ-40 owner. Some pizza, some wine, and some quality time spent with the coolest cat I’ve ever met:
And sanity was restored.
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