Re: Where da heck did awl thu awl go?
Fortunately, Detroits are fairly forgiving and still have quite a bit of oil in them even when it goes off the stick.<br /><br />About 25 years ago, I was driving OTR in an IH with a 318 Detroit. I fueled up at my usual truck stop in E. St. Louis and didn't pay enough attention to the ticket when I paid. (They had attendants fuel your rig in those days. Remember that?) I headed off for my drop in Humboldt, TN, whistling a happy tune. About 10:00 that night, I was cruising down a winding, two-lane road when I noticed the oil pressure gauge doing a shimmy. Looked bad to me. I backed off the pedal and it stabilized. Poured on the wood and the shimmy started again. Found a wide spot on the road and pulled her over. Checked the dipstick and it was bone dry. I'm in deep boondocks here, and I can hear hoot owls molesting chickens in the distance.<br /><br />Since the pressure seemed OK when I wasn't pushing it, I decided to risk it for awhile. A few miles on I came to a little town with a closed gas station. The house next door had lights on, so I decided to try it. Turned out he was the guy who owned the station and said he'd get me some oil. The first 4 quarts brought it up to the bottom of the dipstick. Took 3 gallons to fill it.<br /><br />Couple of weeks later I'm back in St. Louis again filling up. This time I check the ticket and there's no oil on it. I ask the counter guy, "Where's the oil?" He checks the attendant's ticket and says, "The oil's OK." I say, "No, it isn't. I just drove 400 miles and that means 1 gallon minimum." Then I told him my story. He got kind of white and went out and checked it himself. 5 quarts. Got the feeling that somebody just had his last day pumping fuel.<br /><br />A week or so later this truck stop burned to the ground and the next time I was there, they were operating out of a house trailer.