Random driving stories -- let's hear 'em.
June, 2004, US Hwy. 50 west out of Canon City, Colorado, bottom of 7-mile hill. I was in my old hotrod Jeep Wagoneer pulling a 7,000 lb. box trailer and sharing the cab with two big dogs and a cat. Dear Wife was leading in her blue RX8. We came up behind a Tundra pickup towing a good-size pop-up camper. The road is all 2-lane on the uphill side and DW pulled out and passed the Toyota in a flick. Apparently she expected me to follow.
The gear spread in that Jeep is very wide -- 6.32:1 in 1st to 1:1 in 4th. The much modified AMC V8 was happy at 6,000 RPM and could reach 7,500 for a little while in a pinch. Think of it as warp 9.7 -- attainable but not sustainable. I eased the long rig into the left lane, went down to 3rd gear and slowly began to overtake the Tundra at full throttle. When we came aside the Toyota driver looked over, grinned and made that head-bobbing motion universally translated as "giddyup". I could swear that his passenger rolled her eyes.
His truck is straining too but we have two clear lanes and nobody behind us so we let it run. Temperature rising, go to fourth gear; no, that doesn't work; back to third and breathe it down to 6,000, barely gaining at all now. Back on the throttle all the way and the road is getting twisty as we climb into Bighorn Sheep Canyon. Neither of us is lifting.
I'll leave that one there.
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