The Mini Nightmare Before Thanksgiving
So as I said before, we had a deadline of November 19 to get the truck to Kentucky before the tag expired.
We planned to tow my minivan behind the truck on a u-haul "auto transport", which worked reasonably well to be truthful.
So trip day arrived, and we were still loading things. Our day labor guy had not done some things he had been told to do, but we caught that and loaded that stuff. We rented the trailer, got the minivan loaded on it, strapped and chained it down, triple checked we had everything and locked up the property, and hit the road.
I wanted to stop for fuel before we went too far, and also to pick up some drinks and snacks for the road. This was the first time towing with this truck, and so I was being gentle with it. Frankly, I was suprised at how much the DT466e had to work to get up to speed. But considering that the only other time I drove that truck, the back was empty, it should not have surprised me so much.
The minivan is a 2018 Chrysler Pacifica, curb weight of 4,330 pounds. The auto transport apparently has an empty weight of 2,210 pounds. So I had 6,6540 pounds being dragged behind the loaded box truck. GVWR was 25,500, and I forget what the actual GCWR was, but I do remember thinking we were unlikely to hit it when I read it in the build sheet.
With 576,000+ miles on the engine, I was trying not to put my foot into it very much, and I was thankful to be starting out in an area with no serious elevation changes.
After a few miles, I stopped and checked all the chains and straps and lighting again, then hit the road again.
About 20 miles later, a light changed rapidly, and I had to really stand on the brakes for the first time. There was a cloud of smoke that blew past us, and caused me a bit of concern. I could see wisps of smoke from underneath via the side view mirror, so when the light changed I found a place to pull over safely and check underneath.
Both rear brake areas were smoking. One showed evidence of some kind of grease leak. Nothing was too hot to touch, and there were no flames, so I decided to take it to a shop a few miles up the road, and kept my speed down as I did so.
The shop sent a guy out to look at it after I explained the situation and that we were on our way to KY. At this point, we were already 3 hours behind our schedule, and just having more and more delays.
The tech said it was definitely the brakes that had smoked, but that everything looked fine, and that there was plenty of surface left. This was in early november, so I can't really remember if it was pads or shoes, rotors or drums. I think drum brakes. Hydraulic for sure.
He indicated there was no evidence of brake line leakage (yay!), but that the grease on the one side looked like differential grease. He checked the diff level and it was fine. His opinion was that there was a minor leak in the inner hub bearing/seal (I am paraphrasing from memory from a stressful event, so might have that wrong). He thought things were ok, and that the smoke was just burning off some minor leakage, and that we should be fine to drive to the international dealer some 60 miles further along the path.
They were kind enough to not even charge for checking that for us!
So, off to the international dealer we went. We got there, and by then had not had any new smoking evidence, and things were starting to feel settled. They sent a couple of techs to look at it, and basically said we were all good, but that in the future we would need to get one of the seals replaced, but just check it for any excessive leaking.
They wished us a safe trip, and were also kind enough not to charge for checking things for us!
So, finally, we were off. I stopped on the edge of town and topped up the tank and grabbed drinks and snacks, and we hit the road.
The trip to KY is typically 12 hours each way. I have reached the age where I like to break that down and overnight about halfway there. My mother was with me, so I knew we needed to do the overnight some place with accessible bathrooms all night long, so that basically meant a gas station. So, we went to a Sheetz near Hagerstown, MD. This turned out to not be the best decision we ever made. It was after dark when we got there. I found an out of the way place to park that was not blocking access to the underground tanks, and we tried to get ready for the night.
It turns out that this particular gas station is a favorite hangout for local high school kids, and some kind of event was going on for that school that weekend. homecoming game perhaps? In any case, there were a lot of tricked out vehicles in and out when we got there, with people being a bit rowdy, but then around 8 or 8:30 they went away.
We camped within the minivan atop the auto transport. In retrospect, I would have removed the vehicle from the transport to make life a lot easier for us, but we did not think of it until later.
Around 11:30 or so, we were awakened by a symphony of modified exhaust systems. I pushed a blanket aside and peaked out the window to see every single pump had a pickup truck at it, with the rears facing towards us, and someone inside pumping the accelerator pedal for maximum volume. This went on for about 5 minutes as hordes of tricked out vehicles poured into the lot. People parked where ever they wanted, blocking any ability for vehicles to get in and out of the place, and were standing around in small groups just having a good old time. loudly.
Around midnight, a cop showed up, and blared on his PA something about keeping the noise down and not being too rowdy. Things did quiet down, and about an hour or so later, most of the vehicles were gone, and we got to sleep until the next morning.
Saturday morning was not too bad. Breakfast and bathroom visit with Sheetz, then back on the road with coffee in hand.
I was way more comfortable with the whole rig by this point. I was not surprised to have difficulty with the mountains, especially on I68, but it was not as bad as I expected. It did way better than the bus I drove through there in 2019, but there were still places where it was a crawl. I kept an eye on the temperatures, and just took the attitude of "we'll get there when we get there".
We stopped at the West Virginia welcome center on I68, the one that overlooks a prison, for a bathroom break and a chance to stretch and destress a bit.
I checked the straps on the auto transport for the first time since that first stop the day before. NOTE: ALWAYS CHECK AT EVERY STOP! One of them let me ratchet it 4 clicks, which made me frown. The other one let me ratchet it 10 times before I stopped to see wtf? was wrong. The strap webbing had slipped to the interior of the tires and was clumping down onto the hub on that side, and was about to slip off the inside of the other front tire. Yikes! I had hit 85mph downhill not 30 minutes before, and the vehicle was not secured on the trailer!?! I berated myself as I sat down to fix the issue.
A very friendly guy parked beside us stopped and hit the ratchets with WD-40 for me, while his beautiful pitbull "helped" by licking my face and insisting I pet her and tell her what a beautiful dog she is. I am grateful to both of them, because it did help me destress over the situation and focus on getting it fixed.
I did check everything at every additional stop we made, but there were of course no further problems related to that.
Here we are at that rest area:
Back on the road, we managed to do alright. Cruise control worked really well, even when it had to slow down a LOT for the hill climbs.
We did stop at another WV rest area. The dog needed to stretch after a while, and it was a good excuse for us humans to do the same.
Here we are at a WV rest area along I79:
Our truck looks so small between all the working trucks.
We stopped in Sutton for some food and fuel. We wanted Wendy's, but their parking lot was NOT designed for a truck. I was able to squeeze through and not hit anything, and their rear parking area happened to have only a small concrete curb between it and the next business which had an empty lot, so I just drove over it slowly, and parked with the tail of the trailer in the wendy's lot and the truck in the other lot while I went in for food and mom walked the dog again.
Then we went to the gomart for fuel because it was something like 22 cents a gallon cheaper than pilot. It turned out they had a set of pumps for commercial use, and no trucks there, so we got to use one of the super fast pumps. I did not realize I had pulled in backwards, but the people inside just shrugged it off.
I did some cussing about all the construction. I swear WV hates drivers. Who starts a construction zone slow speed area at the bottom of a downhill area? Who ends it at the bottom of an uphill area? Do they not understand how gravity affects heavy vehicles? And why do they have to block a full lane when there are no holes in the pavement and nobody working, nothing but cones to keep you from using the whole road? And why have they been working on the same sections since before my first trip out there in 2017? Beautiful state, but I truly hate driving there.
Once we got past Charleston, we got onto an area where the construction was finally finished. It was some of the roughest road we traveled in WV, even though it was recently completed. However, we were sufficiently out of the major hills by then that the cruise worked great.
The rest of the trip calmed down once we got into Kentucky. I was able to set the cruise for 70mph and just let it do what it wanted on the hills. The worst part was the last mile or so before the farm, as it is a super narrow road that is also super steep, and a storm the previous day had left some down trees that had been cut up and tossed to the side but still had pieces left. This was the first time I really worried about the engine, because the RPMs were higher than I wanted just to hit 25MPH, and the temperatures were climbing. Fortunately, we got to the top and could let off enough before anything hit a danger point.
Overall, the truck impressed me, and I quite like it. However, I do not want to be the one paying for the fuel for it. It got 6-8mpg on that trip.
There were no issues getting a tag for it, and it should be unloaded by a small amish crew (seriously, it's mostly the kids) this weekend, and be ready for me to drive it back after christmas. I am hoping for better fuel economy, and I am glad it has cruise control.
I was there the week before thanksgiving, and it made no sense to make another trip just for thanksgiving, so we all had our thanksgiving a week early.
I drove the minivan back from KY to VA, with much better fuel economy (27mpg average). When I got to the midpoint, it was only 3pm, and it did not make sense to stop for the night, so I pushed on through, and got home around 8pm or so. I hate dealing with night driving, but I was sufficiently awake and caffeinated to deal with it, and it was nice to be in my own bed that night.
I am not as young as I once was, and I cannot bounce back from these marathon trips the way I used to. It wasn't many years ago that a 12 hour each way trip was nothing for me. Some times I would drive out, spend a day there, and drive back, all in a 3 day weekend. Not anymore. I am looking forward to being able to drive my home at any pace I want, and take as long as it takes to get to any destination. I am also even more thankful than before for the 13/14 mpg average that my little box truck gets.
Jim