Funny story from yesterday at the scrap yard:
First off, thanks for the compliments about the Dodge. I have put a lot of time and money into her. Right now, however, she is at my neighbor's house being worked on. Get this: I pull up to the scrap yard yesterday morning to do a small load. We had cut up a bunch of discs and a grater box and it was stacked up pretty high in the bed (see pic). It looked ridiculous, and you can't really get a good profile from the pic since the tree is in the background and it kind of blends together. Anyway, I pull up and the line at the yard is 7 trucks long just waiting to get INSIDE the yard, not to mention everybody already in there waiting for the scale. I look over the fence and see that inside they are loading up 18-wheelers and hauling off iron. The yard looks neater than usual becuase they have been separating everything and waiting for this pickup. So... I decided to turn off my engine. Here's where the fun started....
About twenty minutes later the line moved, and I stuck the key in the ignition and pushed the dash starter button. Nothing. Not even a "click". I knew right away that the battery hadn't been getting power for a couple days. I thought the gauge was broken again, but no, it just wasn't getting any power from the alternator. So, I get a jump from a guy behind me and, because he's a nice guy, I let him have my spot in exchange for the jump. He makes some joke about the size of my load sticking up out of my bed and zooms into the yard. Well, after him, they stop the line again for another round of two tractor trailers. So, since I can't shut the engine off, I wait for another 45 minutes while these guys load up and weigh out. The engine idling sucks down probably two or more gallons of gas in this time, and I suddenly find that my 3/8ths of a tank is now a 0/8ths of a tank. I get onto the scale and tell the foreman of the yard, "Hey, I've got a problem. I've waited on idle for 1.5 hours. I have a dead battery, bad alternator, no gas, and I am already weighed in. Do you have any gas?" He laughs and says he will try to find something.
I pull up to the Fuchs unloading arm and get the truck cleaned off. I put the tailgate back on, hop in, and tach it down to the roundabout at the end of the yard. I come up short, throw it in reverse, and start back toward the scale. I can SEE the scale in front of me, just 150 yards away... and she dies. I end up sitting there for an hour. The foreman goes up to a junk car, rams a spike into the gas tank, and gives me the two gallons that spews into his dirty 5-gallon bucket. I cut off the bottom of a water bottle and me and my old man dump it into the Dodge. Even with this gas, the battery is still dead and not getting power. I get two jumps, but the truck keeps cutting off because there is no electricity running to the engine.
I lose steam and call my mechanic, who speeds up 30 minutes later in some woman's yellow Z3 BMW. Hilarious seeing this thing in the scrap yard.... He brings me 5 gallons of gas and a self-contained battery charger. I put the battery charger under my hood, strap it down, and get her going. Then, as my mechanic pulls out of the lot, the tractor trailers come back and make another round... so I'm idling... again... in line... again... and it's 1:45 p.m. and I have been sitting in the cutting section of the yard for three hours or more (see picture)... Finally I got out of there. Small load for this type of job, but a full one: 2,100lbs.
Long story short: Truck is down for the first time in 5 or 6 months. Rain and snow today, so no metal work. Might strip a few wires or try to go over there and hustle up my mechanic. No one knows what is shorting that Dodge's electric system. I replaced the alternator yesterday and that did nothing. I bypassed the regulator... nothing. I replaced the old, burnt-out light switch... nothing. Any ideas?
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