C13 CAT - My Nemesis

So much to blog about lately but I've been so busy I have not had the time to park myself at the keyboard.  Until now.  I'm officially stopped for a full day.  Seems I've been working the yellow kitty CAT under my hood a little too hard of late and she (he? it?) decided it was time to let me know exactly who is in control out here.

Yesterday afternoon as I was about 20 miles across the Illinois line heading east on the I-94 tollway approaching the Eden's spur. That's when the little yellow C13 let out a hellish cry from under the hood.  That was followed by loss in power and a pretty yellow engine lamp illuminated on my dash.  Yellow had hit the wall and blown a turbo.  I was less than 2 miles from the toll plaza and more or less coasted in there sounding like a broken, beaten up, bucket of rusty bolts.  At least she kicked the can before I reached the Kennedy expressway merge or The Circle in the heart of Chicago.  That would have been a treat indeed.

So I took a ride in a hook, closely followed by my regular ride, up to Peterbilt Illinois back at the state line on I-94.  There she sits waiting on a new turbo which should have arrived there about half an hour ago.  I'm still sitting in the Super 8 in Pleasant Prairie killing some time before check out.  The good folks at Peterbilt provide a ride too and from the hotel for me.  I'll call to have them pick me up shortly and hopefully be on my way by mid to late afternoon.

Ahhhhhhhh, trucking.  If you enjoy living moment to moment, well, this is the life for you.

Cheers.