One of our delivery drivers was en route to a stop in Walhalla, SC, when his truck quit running. Being a fairly decent mechanic, he jumped out and took a look under the hood. He discovered that the bolt that holds the tension on the alternator belt had fallen out. If that belt isn’t tight, the battery doesn’t charge and the truck dies. This is a problem. Especially when you’re 150 miles from the warehouse.
I called around to a couple of shops in the area and no one had the part in stock. Meanwhile, the driver, Johnnie, went to a few shops in Walhalla and had similar luck. Just as I was getting ready to take the extra truck and get him so we could finish the deliveries, he calls me back.
“I shoved a rock in there and it seems to be holding. I’m gonna try to head down to Toccoa and finish these stops. I’ll keep you posted in case you need to come get me.” He said. I went ahead and filled up the extra truck with diesel because I didn’t really foresee a rock holding for 150 miles and several stops.
A few hours later he rolls into the warehouse and I get to feast my eyes on this, the greatest feat of ghetto-engineering I have ever witnessed:
Ghetto-engineering at its finest
