Sunday, March 9, 2025

The Blue Bomber




 

8 comments:

  1. was there ever a more beautiful hunk of junk?

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  2. My dad suffered from horrible migraines. His major relief was from a European drug called "Optalidon". Or something like that.

    Anyway it was totally illegal here in Canada being like Fentanyl, an opioid. OP-talidon. OP-iod. Get it? One of his brothers in law was a doctor in Germany who sent him regular packets of the stuff.

    Th pills were blue, hence he and his sons and nephews called them "Blue Bombers".

    After he died we found several hundreds of them. Heinz had kept on sending them even though dad didn't need them that much as he aged.

    I figured that if I turned them in to the cops I'd be in the soup, so I dissolved them in in water and dumped that in the forest on a remote property I own in BC just north of the line. No harm done so far as I know.

    "Blue Bomber". Took me back. Wish I'd been nicer to the old boy. Miss him a lot. And mom too.

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  3. I owned one just like that for a couple years...miserable to drive in rain [poor wgt. distribution, very spinnable] , 3 speed and low was for pulling stumps only. lousy load carrying ability...limit 1000 pounds....replaced by a new 79 Toyota long bed which blew the doors off that international piece of crap. That Int. was obsolete from the day it was designed. No wonder Int. last the small truck business. Big trucks are probably ok...

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  4. Friend's mom owned the Travel all, nicknamed it Killdozer.

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  5. Appreciate the sentiments Anon 10:50.

    My dad had a red one just like that. Bought it off my cousin to help him out of a financial crunch. First 4 wd we ever had. It was a tank but we always had issues with something - not the engine though. Dad wasn't rich but he was always helping people that way. Died two years ago. Sure miss the old fella.

    One time when I was a teenager I was picking up hay bales in the field with IH. It had an automatic transmission. I jumped out to pick up a bale without stopping the truck. It took off on me free-wheeling down a hill toward the creek. I was 16, in good shape but never a fast runner. I ran with all my might and somehow managed to catch up with it as it picked up speed. Never forgot that incident. Today's my 66th birthday.

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  6. Whoever decreed that pickups should stop putting spare tires in that location should be beaten with stout clubs until they are returned to their perch of perfection.

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