This brings back memories of the tow trip from hell my brother and I made many many years ago.
He was moving from the South Bay up to Santa Ynez and wanted to tow his '34 Ford Panel delivery up the coast to his new house. He only had an El Camino as a tow vehicle so, naturally, U-Haul wouldn't rent him a car trailer since it wasn't a 3/4 ton pickup truck.
We got a tow dolly instead.
What a fiasco THAT turned out to be.
Once we got the '34 on it, we headed out for SY via the freeway of course.
We were only 2-3 hours behind our planned on schedule.
Getting on the freeway, with a semi bearing down on us in the slow lane, the '34 decides to go into a tank slapper wobble since it didn't have any rear shocks and the extra motor in the back kind of added weight where we didn't really want it.
Once he got it slowed down and under control we knew were in for a L-O-N-G day, on surface streets no less.
All was going well with 45 mph being our top speed, to avoid the death wobble.
Up around that stretch of the 101 just north of Oxnard/Ventura where the 126 comes in and it's 3 lanes north and south, some guy drove by us waving his fist at us like we'd done something to piss him off.
When we got to SY, we found the muffler had fallen off some where along the way.
I bet I know where that happened. (I've looked for it on subsequent trips north, but never saw it laying by the side of the road.)
We finally made it after about 6, maybe 7, hours of driving.
We used the tow dolly to drag the '34 around a bit to get the engine going. It hadn't been run much since he rebuilt it and put it in.
It ran acceptably well, considering the sit time, although it was a tad loud due to the missing muffler.
Here's how it has traveled ever since that episode.
