Yair . . .
Thanks for your long and detailed post
Karl Robbers. I find the following paragraph extremely relevant and uncomfortably close to the bone.
Cat in Geelong has a whole yard full of unsold trucks that were produced to meet the expected flood of buyers fawning over the new trucks due to the Cat name. If William Adams (the Tasmanian Cat dealer) managed to sell more than three I would be surprised.
From your comments about Caterpillar, the company so respected by your grandfather, your first boss and who built your D7 being dead and gone I sense you feel much the same as me . . . and perhaps millions of other blokes who ran and worked on the gear when Cat indeed was king.
I'm going on an off topic ramble here but it's my thread so it doesn't matter. (grins). Folks on here a while will know my experience is limited mainly to the larger 1960's era dozers, the scrapers they pushed and the trucks that hauled them.
Back then Cat used to be the yardstick by which performance was measured and, for the most part, you paid a premium when financing a Cat. For years the small company I worked for ran Allis Chalmers dozers and it must be said in their day most Allis's performance wise were as good or better than the equivalent Cat . . . but you couldn't keep the bastards going.
In our scrub pulling application all that kept us afloat was the fact Tutt Bryant were pretty good with parts availability and the Boss learnt to fly and bought a Cessna 206 . . . we became pretty good at building bush strips, it mostly took less than an hour from virgin scrub to aircraft on the ground.
That all changed when we took delivery of two D9G's. I picked them up from Hastings Deering's Dalby branch on Christmas eve 1965 . . . and they clocked eleven paid hours each on Christmas day.
Those tractors did have some teething problems. One chewed up a bevel gear and pinion but Hasting's stood by us and then came a series of D8's for pulling and raking, a D6 for a railway job and several J621 eggbeaters for irrigation channel work.
Without exception the Cats paid their way and then some . . . supported always by good parts availability and--this is what I have been working up to--
excellent technical support and manuals.
With the manuals an interested bush bloke such as myself (with little education beyond the fact that my mother taught me to read) could perform increasingly complex repairs under the most primitive of conditions.
Caterpillar manuals became my Bible and I would literally spend hours pouring over details, cross referencing with the parts book and, with my prized set of Starret micrometers I taught my self the art of fixing Cats.
It's been all down hill from there and forty years later friends with a D6 just out of warranty have to fly a technician in and chopper him to the broken down machine because they can't get full access to the diagnostic details . . . the machine has since been sold and replaced by an old oval track machine of what was once considered an inferior make .
A contractor with three excavators on a road job told me he is not game to take some of the newer machines into remote areas and he is rebuilding old machines for his gas line work in the North West.
This is not the Caterpillar equipment I knew and I feel a certain illogical sadness that this once proud company appears to have spread itself so thin and has so many irons in the fire that it is incapable of maintaining quality and service across it's full range of products.
This marketing and quality debacle with the vocational trucks seems further evidence of the malaise infecting the organization and perhaps it is time for them to rethink their direction and get back to what one was there core business . . .simple effective equipment for moving dirt.
The dirt and the rocks and the trees remain the same, it's only the equipment that has become complex and fragile.
End of rant and Cheers.