Good luck. About 15 years ago I bought a 1972 427 C50 tractor in Phoenix and drove from Middle Tennessee with my son to drive the Chevy back from Arizona. The owner said the carburetor was bad and would not recommend driving it all that way. I asked him to change the oil and I would bring a carb with me. So we set out on Friday morning with the goal of being back Sunday night. We drove all night and was there Saturday morning. The old truck was in good shape being a truck used to haul cotton in Arizona (I didn't realize they raised cotton in the Southwest). So my son put the carb on we started the Chevy up and headed east. We took the southern route thru southern Arizona and then went North up to New Mexico. We got up to Tucumcari at which time the bottom radiator grommets loosened up and allowed the fan to come in contact with the shroud. We removed the shroud and limped into a motel. We then went to the local parts store the only one open and got an aluminum fan we thought that would fit. Back to the motel and tried the fan. It didn't fit (should have gotten an electric fan). We tried to straighten the damaged fan and put it back on. We ate and went to bed at the motel. Up the next morning at the crack of dawn and headed toward Texas. Right outside Amarillo the water pump came apart and the fan went into the radiator and tore up everything, This was on I-40 with construction going on with no place to go. We had to jump over about a 5 foot ditch to get off the road. It was hairy! I finally got a wrecker big enough to haul the Chevy to the wrecker yard. I payed them and we headed back to Tennessee because my son had to be back at work on Monday morning. They were charging me $75 a day just to store the truck at their yard (what a rip off bunch in Texas, don't look for cowboys to help you). So we got back to Tennessee and I called my dad and asked if I could use one of his trucks to go get the Chevy. My Dad had retired from the trucking business but still had one Kenworth left. I didn't have a commercial license so he decided to he would go along. I borrowed a fifth wheel hitch set-up from one of my Dads friends (it must of been made in the 40's or 50's and was pretty scary) We headed west to get the Chevy. We got there ok and I hooked the Chevy up payed my ransom money and headed out. I drove all night with my Dad in the sleeper and got up only to drive the rig across the scale stops. We made it ok and pulled in Murfreesboro let the truck down and my Dad drove to south Tennessee home. I got the Chevy running with all new parts. It was a hell of a trip. So good luck and make sure your cell is charged.
