A Blog Post by Andy:
About a month ago, we left Las Cruces, New Mexico at a decent time, as we were wanting to get a good start on the 40-mile drive to Hatch, and get there well before 11:30. Should be a breeze. After maybe 15 minutes on the highway I noticed the temperature gauge go above the middle. I like to watch gauges—it’s a hobby. And it continued to go up. I thought I could smell a little antifreeze. And the gauge was still going up. The gauge went far to the right—to the max—so I slowed and pulled to the shoulder. At that point, the white smoke was billowing, billowing, billowing out from under the hood, and the sweet smell of antifreeze was in the air. (The steam actually soaked the carpet on the passenger side after we opened that door.) Did not take the time to snap any pictures at this point, but I jumped out and got the hood open to find:

The top radiator hose had ripped open and emptied the contents of the radiator onto the hot engine. Quite a scene. After identifying the problem, Amy asked, “So what do we do?” I replied, “Well, I’ll climb up to the rocket boxes, get the spare hose, get some tools out, let the engine cool for a minute, install the new hose, refill the radiator with water from our blue jugs on the back, and we’ll continue to Hatch.” That is why I look happy in the picture!


Anyway, in 20 minutes we were back on the road. Pretty pleased with that! And, we made it to Hatch to have a pair of the signature green chile cheeseburgers from Sparkys—we have agreed that it is one of the best burgers we have ever had!
Anyway, that’s just a short day-in-the-life. It did spur us to revisit the following conversation. . .
We had a bit of a debate about what it means to “break down”. I had thought it meant that we had to have a tow truck involved. Amy thought it meant having to pull off the road due to car trouble that prevented the Turtle from operating on its own. After some talk, we decided that a break-down shall be defined as an unforced stop or non-start event that would cause someone who does not work on cars to need to call for help. With that definition, here are a few other break-downs we have had:
- Bend, Oregon: Ignition system failure that took a few days to fix (mentioned in a prior post).
- Driving toward Montana from Idaho the engine died. This was related to the Bend electrical problem, that I temporally fixed on the roadside, and made a lasting repair later.
- Driving from Bozeman to Billings, MT: A/C compressor seized, causing the belt to have “a few hot spots”. In layman, that is black smoke and melting, burning rubber. Cut away belt and cooled the hot spots, and got back on the road. (Amy’s note: Andy tried to minimize this event by saying it was “just a few hot spots”. . . I saw the firedrops falling steadily from under the hood and now whenever he describes things like “a few hot spots” or “just some sparky bits” I have a good grasp of the level of danger we’re dealing with. Andy is a known under-exaggerator.)
- Billings, MT: Hard start, then flooding, then backfire, then small engine fire. Got it cleaned up, and started after some fiddling.
- Billings, MT: Old carb started flooding crazy, and would die if the RPM was slow, so it was a stressful two-footed drive to Bozeman (one foot on the gas, one on the brake), trying to keep the RPM’s high enough, with a lot of Neutral to Drive shifting at stops. Installed a sweet new Holly Street Avenger carb after that.
- Bozeman, MT: battery overcharging and stuff…
- Spearfish, SD: Could not start. It was cold, so I got out some starting fluid. The fuel line to the carb loosened and leaked, and trying to get it running ultimately ended with the fire extinguisher. Got better hose clamps and fixed it all up the next day.
- Somewhere in Montana, pulling a long, steep hill the engine would seem to starve of fuel and putter. Had to pull over, and rev the engine with no load to refill the carb bowls, then get back on the road. At least that what we think caused the problem. We finally made it over the pass.
- Others, including an overnight stay in Reserve, NM that was more vacation than stranding. Details to follow.
Amy’s Note: Andy felt pretty pleased that in the last year and a half, by his definition, we’d only “broken down” once. When we discussed the issue and I asserted that by most people’s standards we’d broken down many times, I have to admit how pleased I am that he doesn’t conform to other people’s definition of breaking down, since he is Boy Scout Level prepared to deal with any issues that arise. He keeps radiator hoses on hand, for dog’s sake. We’ve never felt hopeless, despite the amount of smoke and fire flying out of the engine.*
*Family members, please note that I am a serial exaggerator, but also that things have gone wrong as things can do, because our trusty Turtle is an old one, and still we are mobile and safe and continue to move down the road. Andy’s got it under control. 🙂




















