Beef. It's What's For Dinner. Except in New England, where we're all out. I won't show you the toilet paper aisle. Oh the humanity!
Now southerners are not allowed to scoff (I remember school being canceled in Atlanta based on a forecast that there might be snow). However, you are hereby given leave to roll your eyes when some pompous Northerner talks about how they not only had to walk 5 miles uphill to school both ways, they had to shovel a path through the snow first.
I have to say that I do miss my old beater F250 pickup. Yeah it was a rustbucket, and yeah it kept breaking down, but it not only had a snowplow, it had an industrial sized snowplow. I was king of the road. But it was a beater, and it did break down, and I had to shovel once because it broke down. I did the Happy Dance when we got rid of it.
I wanted a small plow for the Wrangler, like this. Not king of the road, but maybe prince of the road.
Don't do it, said the family. Get a snowblower, said the family. "If we get a snowblower," said I, "will you boys do the driveway?" Of course, they said.
And they did. Well, #1 Son did. He wouldn't be plowing in the Jeep, so this seems a win.
Trust me on this one, from hard-won experience: You do NOT want a plow on anything less than a 3/4 ton truck.
ReplyDeleteI had a GMC S-15 Jimmy in the late 1980s that had a 6.5' Fisher plow on the front end. At 25K miles, the front tires were completely bald. Completely.
You couldn't drive it for more than 5-10 miles on the highway without it overheating.
The suspension needed to be completely replaced around 50K.
SRSLY. Don't even think about it...