So I bought a jib and a manbasket the other day, located up in Des Moines. Figured I could go see mom and dad a little bit, and pick it up. The jib is 25' long, and I'm guessing 1,000 lbs or so. I didn't really want to pull gooseneck trailer 400 miles there and 400 miles home, or pull counterweight and drive the big ford (its a 20' bed), so I got to staring at the 450 flatbed pickup.
Its a 11' long flatbed, and another 10' to the front bumper. Memories of ladder racks and some creative thinking = A little welding on the back of the flatbed and we've got a rear support. Discussions were had at the shop about leg braces/ gussets on the back stand and headache rack, but I made the call "its good enough".
So we welded the rack on thursday morning, and my friday job cancelled late on thursday. I took off about 6:00 after supper and it didn't start well. We don't drive that truck much at night. Just north of Lake of the Ozarks, I go to flip lights to the brights, and all the headlights/ tailights disappear. I remember having this issue one early morning, and it hadn't reoccurred, so a "solution" hasn't occurred either.
If I pulled the turn signal stalk forward (toward the steering wheel), the "flash" brights would work, but no other position would. Its a 5 speed, so steering, shifting, and holding the turn stalk forward isn't a great 8 hour drive scenario, so the leatherman needlenose pliers was jammed behind the turn signal stalk as a temporary repair. It was slightly disconcerting- as it would occasionally fall out rendering the night incredibly dark. Several instances of no lights- drifting to what I thought might be the shoulder- and a search of the dark floorboard for my pliers occured - until a more forceable application of the needlenose to the rear of the switch seemed to fix it.
I pulled off about 1:30 just outside of Ottumwa, on the shoulder of the on ramp. The 7.3 idled along while I got a little nap, and woke up and made it to my folks place by 6:30 or so. I remember pickup seats being more comfortable to sleep on in my youth. That and the ford has a distinct exhaust smell if the wind is right at a idle. But I digress.
Dad and I rode to des moines together, he hasn't been out much since last march, but he and mom have the shots now so she let him out. I hope she doesn't tell my sisters about it, or I'll catch a bunch of static from them.
My auction purchases loaded like I thought, (plenty of room) and I grabbed the rear of the jib after I had it loaded and gave it the good "shake it and see if anything falls off" test. Nothing fell off, red rag on the rear overhang, and I deemed it road worthy.
Well the roads in Iowa are concrete and frost heaved, so shortly out of town I could see a rhythm effect taking place, a nice oscillation of the jib was visible out the front window.
It was most noticeable when looking out the rear window, at how the front rack was moving back and forth compared to the truck cab. Worry appeared in my life.
The jib was loaded over the passenger side, and not wanting to explain to mom, how I crushed dad on the way back to their place, a extra ratchet strap gusset was placed. Oscillation decreased, worry level dropped from level 7 to level 4. Dropped dad off and worry level decreased from 4 to 2 (mom can be a pain).
Increased speed caused increased movement, so excessive speed was ruled out, fortunately the further south I traveled- the better the roads are. A couple stops were performed along the way - examining the welds on the front rack for signs of imminent failure - and further travel at not excessive speed was deemed safe (not that I had a welder in my pocket to fix anything, but looking every once in a while made me feel better).
Safe travel on america's roadways was had by all, and I was back by 6:00 last night.