Practical engine run-in advice for tradies in utes

Do you really need to run in your shiny new ute before towing a trailer daily for work? Here’s what to do…

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If I were a tradie, A) my life would not have been a total waste, and B) I might also be concerned about this:

I’m looking at updating my current Ranger shortly to either a BT-50 or another Ranger with the 3.2 powertrain and cannot get a definitive answer on whether I can, can’t or shouldn’t tow with a new vehicle till its first service.

Reason I ask is, I need to tow a tradesman trailer daily for work and no way around it. 

GCM (sic) currently stands at approximately 3000kg which allows for tools etc. Other option is I buy an ex demo with less than 5000 km but more than 2000 km? Keep up the good work..!

Regards, Tony Baric

Okay, so a Ranger XLT 4X4 (for example) is about 2200 kilos empty, so it seems to me the total payload here (of cargo in the ute plus trailer out the back) is actually pretty light. If the gross vehicle mass (what Tony means is GVM) on the road is 3000 kilos, then we’re really only talking about 800 kilos for the trailer plus cargo in the ute.

The GCM limit on a Ranger is 6000 kilos, so operationally, Tony here is well under that. Very conservative ute loading in this case.

I’d suggest it’s a good idea to run a car in progressively over the first 500-1000 kays. Vary the speeds and the loads, and don’t be too gentle, especially in the second half. Don’t thrash it, but don’t be too soft either. We’re shooting for Goldilocks here.

If you’re making noise, do it properly. Image: Pro Tool Reviews

So, pick up your shiny new ute on a Friday, spend the next three days clocking up the kays unencumbered by the trailer. Try to get between 500 and 1000 kays on the clock, and then on Monday, hook up the mighty tradie trailer and continue your fine concerto in power tool flat. 

Get that drop saw up and running at 7am in some properly posh neighbourhood. Then, once you’re certain you’ve awoken all the local ladies who lunch, and shift workers, mission accomplished, kick back break for coffee.

Look, on demonstrators: It’s usually a false economy. They’re generally not cheap enough. And in any case, how would you ever know how they were run in? Were they run in? Were they crashed while being thrashed in lieu of being run in? 

At the moment, with the zombie apocalypse amplifying the underlying, prevailing commercial pressure dealers are under, you’ll get a cracking deal on a brand-spanker with none of these concerns. That’s what I’d do - and I’d say BT-50 is better value than Ranger, every time, but it’s also kinda like marrying the ugly sister.

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Cultural pride

Got this just the other day, upliftingly - snapshot from a regular viewer named Jamie Fitzgerald, who runs a man cave sex-up operation called Garage Blitz here in Sydney.

Gotta love Queensland. OI, CNT. Talk about ‘Make Australia Less Shit’. One number plate at a time. 

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, OICNT, OICNT, OICNT.

For all you Nissan marketing managers out there, with your hyper-woke preconceptions about buyer demographics, this is who you’re actually selling your shitbox Navara to.

(Also, Mercedes-Benz Australia, if you’re seeing this, are you surprised the X-Class is dead here? Why would any prospective Merc owner want to be associated with the OI CNTs of this sunburnt backside of a country we call Australia? Likewise, ute buyers don’t want a sexed-up Navara at $70k.)

You’re looking directly into the psyche of the average Shitbox Navara buyer, right here, I’d suggest. Just remember: when you stare into the abyss, this allows the abyss to have a good old look back at you. I love this fricken country sometimes. Fair dinkum.

Now that I think about it, that’s how we should kick start the tourism sector, once we box-in the zombie virus. 

I’m seeing Rebel Wilson on the big screen, in skimpy bikini, up the Top End, with a brand new slogan encapsulating our proud national identity - OI CNT - and then crank the jib up just in time to see a saltwater crocodile turn a Eurotrash backpacker into an hors d'oeuvre at the edge of an idyllic Kakadu billabong. Fade to black.

OI CNT. Visit ‘Straya. A one-way ticket is all you’ll ever need.

-(not actually) Tourism Australia’s post-apocalypse slogan

And, to Queensland vehicle registration geniuses, I’d suggest Frank Sinatra best summed up my view of you when he opined, prophetically: ‘I get no kick in a plane. Flying too high with some gal in the sky is my idea of nothing to do. But I get a kick out of you.’ 

Thank you so much, bureaucratic sand-groper rego dipshits, and well done.

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