Re: Mercedes 2626 AK 6x6
Verfasst: 2016-07-06 3:35:57
Eduardo’s predictions became true, all of them, and Terral was really ill. Major surgery was needed and René was not happy at all. He fought back at his best, but the battle was not one that he could win and the engine, the injection, the turbo and many major components of his truck had to be dismantled for repair. He helped the mechanics to do the job with a sad grin, but soon he realized that he was lucky that he made it until that point without regretting being stuck at some lost spot in the middle of the Amazonas.
After a few failed attemps I finally went through the hoses issue and the correct combination of fittings and lenght was delivered. They were a little long and I should install a couple of supports but they were okay after all.
New support also for the rear 4-circuit valve. The former one was a rusted piece of steel welded to the frame, and now it was a rusted but grinded piece of steel bolted to the frame. Just a little change, but it works better that way for me.
And, after almost ten years, my father and I flew together again. We went to the mountains where the family has had for generations some acres of rocks and… rocks. He stepped on the land he used to play during his youth many decades before. We went there with his brothers, one of which owns the R44, and they also had not been there for a long time. It was cold but a magnificent winter day. It was a very pleasant and meaningful trip.
Returning home there were very nice views from the heights, until we reached Santiago and dove into the horrible smog that covers the city most of the time.
At the air field there was an old Unimog that looked as if somebody wanted to protect him from the elements, with only partial success. I wished him well and passed by on my way home, hoping that he was still in use and in good health.
That Sunday I felt much better of my back so I took the Yamaha for a little ride to profit of the ¨little summer of Saint John¨ and, obviously, I ended up at the end of the trail, covered by sweat and dirt but happy.
After a few failed attemps I finally went through the hoses issue and the correct combination of fittings and lenght was delivered. They were a little long and I should install a couple of supports but they were okay after all.
New support also for the rear 4-circuit valve. The former one was a rusted piece of steel welded to the frame, and now it was a rusted but grinded piece of steel bolted to the frame. Just a little change, but it works better that way for me.
And, after almost ten years, my father and I flew together again. We went to the mountains where the family has had for generations some acres of rocks and… rocks. He stepped on the land he used to play during his youth many decades before. We went there with his brothers, one of which owns the R44, and they also had not been there for a long time. It was cold but a magnificent winter day. It was a very pleasant and meaningful trip.
Returning home there were very nice views from the heights, until we reached Santiago and dove into the horrible smog that covers the city most of the time.
At the air field there was an old Unimog that looked as if somebody wanted to protect him from the elements, with only partial success. I wished him well and passed by on my way home, hoping that he was still in use and in good health.
That Sunday I felt much better of my back so I took the Yamaha for a little ride to profit of the ¨little summer of Saint John¨ and, obviously, I ended up at the end of the trail, covered by sweat and dirt but happy.