2011 at the Hammond Barn

[RHClarke]

Just to add to Bob's observations on the Hammond Barn's longest (in duration) recovery to date, here are a few highlights. Bob and I (Grant was indisposed) left Hammond fairly early on Saturday morning. After scraping off a really resistent layer of frost from the windshield, we headed to the world famous Chicken Ranch to pick up Bob's latest treasure.

Despite the cajoling from the sidelines here on MLU, we found the trailer and truck as we had left it. No sooner had we pulled into the Chicken Ranch yard, then Brian and Mel pulled in and sealed off the escape route. Once convinced that we were harmless and their stock was safe, Mel headed off, but Brian stayed back to make sure that only the CMP truck left the ranch.

Bob and I removed the tires from the damaged side of the trailer. Then Bob cut off the old nuts (on the trailer...) and punched out the bolts. After fitting new plates, we remounted the tires and tightened up all of the wheel nuts. Bob manoeuvered the Ford into position and we winched the CMP onto the trailer bed with little fuss. We knitted the truck to the trailer with chains and load binders (all securely wired) and did a safety check before heading back to Pickering.

Brian rode shotgun to make sure that we had indeed left the vicinity and when we stopped for lunch in Pickering, he dutifully kept an eye on us. Shortly after lunch, we said good bye to Brian and hit the 401 for an uneventful run back to the center of the CMP universe in Eastern Ontario.

While dieseling down Ontario's superhighway, Bob tuned into an oldies radio station. The song? "The good, the bad and the ugly". Both of us broke into laughter as we both noted at precisely the same time, we were missing Grant. You can speculate on who is who.

Photos:

1 - Preparing the trailer for repair
2 - Bob hard at it
3- The offending bits
4 - Repair completed
5 - Brian pointing out the facilities

[RHClarke]

We are fortunate to have friends such as Brian, Mel, Barry and the remainder of the Southern Ontario CMP family, who are ready, willing and able to lend a hand and a kind word to anyone who ventures into the CMP world.

We at the Hammond Barn take our lead from people who have been helpful, generous and willing to assist us in our quest for CMPs, their parts and their history. For that, we are truly thankful.

This past adventure demonstrated that we are indeed more than just a bunch of crazy guys who are in love with ugly trucks. We are a fraternity that reaches around the world.

My thanks to the Chicken Ranch folks for their past, present and future help. You truly are leaders in this hobby, and I know that the Hammond Barn gang works hard to follow your example.

Here are some more snaps of the recovery:

1 - The man, the legend Bob, enjoying a brief rest before loading the trailer.
2 - Photographic evidence that we left the ranch with what we come with.
3 - Bob and Brian.
4 - Your Hammond Barn Recovery Team (2/3) - ignore Bob's left hand...
5 - A week late, but here is the "money shot".

[RHClarke]

It was a beautiful Ontario fall day. So I slept in. Bob and Grant took advantage of the weather to work on the other side of the trailer. Bob decided to replace the plates on the other side to ensure that any wear was equal, and to avoid the failure we experienced last week.

I arrived at the barn after lunch to find the boys wrapping up the trailer repair. My Bronco hinges had been delivered so I gave them a test fit. Good and not so good news. The hinges look the part and with some adjustment, they will fit. It looks like one side will have to be shortened, and new holes will have to be drilled and tapped to make them work. OK, so no bad news there.

Later, Bob decided to put the new CMP under canvas. We pulled out a load of rims, an engine and other parts from a shelter and gingerly parked the newest CMP in it for the winter. The rims were then put in Bob's storage container/ parking space. This meant driving his truck out.

Bob and I looked at each other and decided it was time to take the trucks out for a spin. After my HUP warmed up, we headed to Bob's back 40. Today, Bob decided to commune with nature. We rolled through the woods with Bob leading. Bob was continually ducking, bobbing and weaving to avoid branches that seemed to reach for the trucks. Keep in mind that he does not yet have a cab on his truck (but soon will after that ride). I was fortunate in that my HUP is nearly completely enclosed, so branches were only a minor irritant for me.

At the end of the trail, Bob turned his truck around and made a loop through the woods back to the trail. We bounced our way back to the open field and parked the trucks to inspect for damage. Seeing none, we headed back to the barn and put our charges away.

After the drive, we decided to call it a day. After that drive, nothing else seemed all that important. So, the barn got locked up, and we parted company.

Photos:

1 - Bob and Grant - trailer repair redux
2 - Post trail run - the most fun you can have with your pants on!

[RHClarke]

Grant and Bob were at the barn on Saturday fiddling with Grant's engine. They got it to turn over but ran into an oil pressure issue, which got solved on Sunday - Grant can explain.

My son Jesse and I spent Saturday on the road touring the fall landscape. After indulging in nature's fall show, we decided to do some visiting. The first stop was the Swords and Ploughshares Museum to help tarp up some of the displays for the coming winter. Unfortunately, we missed Gunner by a few minutes, who I understand was out dear hunting (yes, the spelling is correct). Next stop was at Greg Wright's place. Greg was in the middle of some yard work so I pitched in while we discussed the hobby and the surplus business. At noon, Jesse and I headed back to Ottawa for "boys only" afternoon of mayhem and destruction. He wanted to try out a few military style video games - the army video game made him uncomfortable, so we settled on learning to fly WWII aircraft. Jesse is OK with strafing and bombing, but draws the line at jumping into a trench and squaring the enemy away.

The clocks "fell back" on Saturday night, so I took advantage of the extra hour by going to the barn early on Sunday morning. The grounds were covered in a white coating of frost as the mercury had dipped to -5 oC overnight. This was the first really "cool" morning at the barn, so Lucifer was stocked with a good supply of kindling and wood. It didn't take long to get a roaring fire going. The next order of business was to repair the fan that moves the hot air. The power cord was rewired and the fan was put back into place. Good thing, because by this time it was plenty hot at the top of ole Lucifer.

Bob showed up after the frost disappeared and wondered aloud why the furnace was lit. The temp had risen to a balmy 8 oC in a few short hours and would eventually hit 13 oC. Bob needed to clean up some wood and to cut some more wood for Lucifer. He headed out to the back 40 and played with his chain saw for about an hour. I fired up the HUP and drove it to Bob's location to help him with the wood. Grant showed up shortly thereafter and finished the job with Bob.

While driving the HUP back to the barn I heard a very distinct noise from the rear of the truck that sounded like a rifle shot. I stopped to take a look around the truck to find the source, but could not find anything wrong. I drove the truck back to the barn and parked it. Bob and Grant had returned from the wood job and joined in the search for the source of the noise. We checked the typical locations where a loose bolt would cause a problem, but all of the drive shafts, tranny bolts and U joint bolts were intact.

Speculation turned to interal causes - my heart sank with the thought that the short (and rare) axle shaft may have sheared off. I checked the transfer gearbox shift lever and it looked like it was in the "front axle disengaged" or upper position - whew! The axle was not the cause. When I tried to shift the lever it was binding on something. I crawled underneath the truck and with Grant's assistance exercised the shift lever. The linkages looked OK, but the lever would not shift forward. After a little convincing the lever went into the "front axle engaged" position. I speculated that the lever detent was not fully engaged and the source of the noise was the transfer case linkage resulting from a "floppy" shift lever. The lever was found to be operating condition, so I will chalk it up to poor operator drills for not checking to ensure it was in the proper position.

The inspection of the bottom end of the truck led to the discovery of some damage inflicted in last week's romp through the trees. My passenger side front fender was bent at the leading edge near the bolt hole and bent sideways a bit near the mudflap. The nose or clip has not yet been installed, but soon will be after some wiring issues are sorted out. Bob and I fixed the bent metal in a jiffy. A hammer and dolly do wonders, and the judicious handling of a bottle jack quickly put things back into order. This was more incentive to get the wiring done and to put on the nose or clip.

The rest of Saturday was spent doing the thousand and one small tasks around the barn. This included the fitting of the newly acquired Bronco hinges. The hinges have been marked and will be modified in the near future. Right now, they are too long and the screw holes do not match up. However, they will be shortened, the holes filled with weld and new holes drilled and tapped. Once they are installed, it will mean that for the first time since 2003, the HUP will have its full complement of doors and sliding glass windows. Another milestone that I am eagerly anticipating.

With the sun setting, a full day at the barn ended. The sunset drive back to Ottawa was very nice and I am sure that any sailors in the area were quite delighted.


Photos:

1 - Hammond regulars sporting winter plumage
2 - HUP damage
3 - Hinge test fit
4 - Upper hinge
5 - Lower hinge

[Bob Carriere]

While driving the HUP back to the barn I heard a very distinct noise from the rear of the truck that sounded like a rifle shot.

....Rob......Did you see anyone running away after firing a shot at you....?

We are very fortunate to have such warm weather this year....may be cold in the morning but it his been in the mid teen every day...... sure will pay for this later one.

Part of the problem with the 261 in Grant's truck was that the dizzy was not in deep enough so the oil pump was not properly engaged..... soon resolved and we had 44 pounds with the old screw driver shaft in the electric drill trick..... sure primes up the oil galleys in a hurry. with the starter.. no plugs got little over 30 pounds.... next time we hookup the coil and see if it sputters.

Bob

[Stuart Fedak]

Bob,
Sea container condos........

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/video/canew...-27180031.html

Cheers!
Stuart

[Bob Carriere]

He should move into the OCCUPY camping facilites where they have installed portable washrooms and free elctricity and get food donations every day..... and NO rent.


Bob