“SCRRRAAAAPE…..!”
Imagine my surprise as I made shave-ice out of the sidewalk on my first turn onto the main street in the Ford F-350. I’m thinking they are going to need a “Don’t Trip” sign over that nice etching.
This is a continuation of my first trip in the dually, time elapsed now less than 30 seconds.
There was just one oversight in my pre-flight check list, I had forgotten to remove the SuperHitch Everest weight distribution shank and head. Oops.
I had to consider if that awful sound was normal. I opted to turn around and head back to the plant, but not before getting to perfect my 20-point turn into oncoming traffic. This truck and camper amounts to a huge road block at times.
At this point I had to wonder if “Torklift Jen” would be scrapped for her weight in metal when she returned.
Fingers crossed!
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I was warned by my manager at Torklift, “If you see the light on and you start the engine too soon you will blow those bulbs out and the bulbs are $600 each.”
Those are very expensive bulbs I thought!
Later I was told it was engine parts that were the concern not the bulbs! :)
I was already nervous enough about getting to drive that behemoth of a truck, so this was just one more thing to make my teeth clatter.
Also, I was unaware if my guinea pig status included an expense and incidentals account, let alone hazard pay.
The squiggle light of death ended up being not so scary.
The diesel engine started right up with a mighty roar and that comforting rattle that reminded me of riding in an elementary school bus, which felt about the same size, by the way.
“These are my feet and those are the pedals,” I thought to myself.
This was my first observation upon getting into the driver’s seat of the Ford F-350. If you could call it a driver’s seat. It’s more like a king’s throne that requires a ladder to get in.
There was going to be a problem if this is as far as the seat goes.
With some major adjustments and what seemed like a ridiculously long time inching forward in the automated seat. I crossed the great divide between my feet and the pedals.
Without having to opt for a high-heeled hiking boot to reach the gas pedal, I was able to get into position for the next challenge ahead.
I experiment with Torklift products and take them out in the real world with a uniquely “Torklift Jen” perspective. Some people say I’m like an action figure All I need is a cape!
What is the “Torklift Jen” perspective you ask?
Well, I get lots of advice during my work week on what to do, and most importantly what NOT to do by some of the best in the industry. I look forward to sharing what I learn and passing on what I find about new products, engineering information and technical advice.
Just as a preview, you’ll find out what it’s like for little ole’ me to drive a giant truck!
I will check-in from the roads traveled with the people I meet while wearing my “Torklift Jen” hat.
Let me know if you have any great ideas and what makes your off time work for you.
When I told my team at Torklift International that I had never truck camped, the room went silent. I could tell that this was a serious offense. At that moment, I was dubbed an experiment, a newbie … a truck camper.
Since that day, it has become my job to truck camp and document my experiences.
I used to drive a Hyundai. Now I drive a Ford F-350. This truck and the Torklift products installed on it will endure the test of ultimate user friendliness, my active recreational use and performance with grace-under-fire.
Let’s hope not literally.
My job is clear. I am an experiment and the mad scientist is Torklift International.
And to start, a good question for a new guinea pig should always be: “What happened to the old guinea pig?”
I think she probably became an expert!
Join me on my trials as I form a hypothesis on what this truck camping thing is all about.