Friday, November 11, 2011
Note: I edited yesterday's entry a little based on recollection. Then I read today's, and realized that my memory of something that happened nearly 18 years ago wasn't quite correct, so I have put back the exact words I wrote back then. Sorry. Today and from now on, it's verbatim.
12/3/93 – Friday – The second tire on the left side went with a bang. I never heard or felt anything with the first one – just some trucker on the CB saying "That little camper has a flat". Then, “That little camper pulled by a van” – as it started to dawn on me, it was – “Indiana plates.” There was nothing left but the bead and a little bit of sidewall rubber when I stopped with the first flat. The second one was intact up to the tread that touched the road. The center of the tire was gone, and there was a big hole in the carcass. The trouble with this flat was that I could not get the lug bolts loose. That particular wheel had left hand threads, and the Mark’s guy (Wayne) had put the wheels back on with an impact wrench. If they have any torque limits for right hand rotation the certainly don’t for left hand. It was totally impossible for me to break them loose with a lug wrench, so I got out a socket, extension, and torque wrench. The handle of the torque wrench broke, and cut my palm deeply in two places. The wounds are gaping open now (12/7) so I suppose I should have had stitches. Meanwhile, the lug bolt specified torque of 85 to 85 foot-pounds was obviously grossly exceeded since the torque wrench is calibrated to 200 foot-pounds.