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So a buddy of mine has had this old '84 6.2 Burb collecting dust on his property for the last couple of years. He bought it for the rear A/C setup and never got around to swapping it out. A few months ago he asked me if I'd be interested in messing around with it since it was just taking up space at his place.
Would I!?!?
Fast forward to three weeks ago. He was planning a trip to Montana with his woman and offered to drop it off on a trailer if I'd stow the setup while he was camping. He had planned to leave early on a Thursday morning and figured he would be out here by mid afternoon. I hadn't heard from him all day so I assumed I'd be seeing him shortly after I got off work at 5. About two hours later he calls to let me know the trailer was giving him some problems and that he had stopped in Ellensburg (about 200 miles out and it's a 300 mile trip) and was going to stay the night and check the trailer in the morning. Friday around noon I hear from him again saying that the trailer is having some serious control issues, he can't go any faster than 45 so he's going to head back to Ellensburg to look it over again.
I don't hear from him again until mid morning on Saturday saying he's done everything he can and he's getting here hell or high water. About 2AM Sunday morning he calls from the hotel in town...drove the last 200 miles at 25mph.
Sunday morning we get up and take the Burb on the trailer out to my GF's dad's shop to drop it off so he can head on to Montana.
While we're unloading he mentions his leg has been hurting where he thought he got bit by a flea or something, but shrugs it off and we head back to town. Since it was pretty late in the day and Helena is another 6 hours from here he decides to stay another night and leave in the morning. Monday I get up and head to work as usual. I get a call from his GF saying that his leg had swollen up that night and they went to the local ER to get it checked out.
Turns out his "bug bite" was a staph infection that got serious pretty quick. A few hours after the hospital admitted him he spiked a 105* temp and was seriously dehydrated.
3 days later they discharged him pumped full of saline and antibiotics.
He's doing fine now, but needless to say the "vacation" was cut a little short.
Would I!?!?
Fast forward to three weeks ago. He was planning a trip to Montana with his woman and offered to drop it off on a trailer if I'd stow the setup while he was camping. He had planned to leave early on a Thursday morning and figured he would be out here by mid afternoon. I hadn't heard from him all day so I assumed I'd be seeing him shortly after I got off work at 5. About two hours later he calls to let me know the trailer was giving him some problems and that he had stopped in Ellensburg (about 200 miles out and it's a 300 mile trip) and was going to stay the night and check the trailer in the morning. Friday around noon I hear from him again saying that the trailer is having some serious control issues, he can't go any faster than 45 so he's going to head back to Ellensburg to look it over again.
I don't hear from him again until mid morning on Saturday saying he's done everything he can and he's getting here hell or high water. About 2AM Sunday morning he calls from the hotel in town...drove the last 200 miles at 25mph.
Sunday morning we get up and take the Burb on the trailer out to my GF's dad's shop to drop it off so he can head on to Montana. While we're unloading he mentions his leg has been hurting where he thought he got bit by a flea or something, but shrugs it off and we head back to town. Since it was pretty late in the day and Helena is another 6 hours from here he decides to stay another night and leave in the morning. Monday I get up and head to work as usual. I get a call from his GF saying that his leg had swollen up that night and they went to the local ER to get it checked out.
Turns out his "bug bite" was a staph infection that got serious pretty quick. A few hours after the hospital admitted him he spiked a 105* temp and was seriously dehydrated.
3 days later they discharged him pumped full of saline and antibiotics. He's doing fine now, but needless to say the "vacation" was cut a little short.
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Oh almost forgot...transfer case was smacked at some point so the front drive shaft is missing. The TC and tranny (208/700R4) are leaking from various places so I'm not sure where to start there. My buddy has another 208 that I can have so we'll see.


