It was a sad day on Tuesday. After a few days with High Desert Cruisers running a section of the AZ Backcountry Discovery Route I decided to give my girl some love. So, I fired up the air compressor to make sure her shoes were hard enough. As I was filling the front driver's tire I saw this:
My heart sank, and I'm pretty sure I got a little misty … though I would never admit it for real. Then I started looking more, and found this on the inside and bottom:
Frankly, I'm glad I made it home instead of the morgue. Crack was between the steering box and the shock tower.
After I stopped sobbing, and dried my eyes, it was time to form a plan to fix the old girl's limb. Step one, jack up the truck, pull the tire, jackstand the frame, and drop the axle to remove the weight from the frame. Next was the grinder to clean it up. Then, weld up the crack as best as I could.
Now, I ain't no fool. This effort only made me feel better. It made me feel like I was making a difference. It made me feel like I deserved a bouquet of balloons. The reality was, this was not a fix. So, step two. Contact a buddy who is a much better welder than I. A date was set, and surgery was scheduled for today at 10am.
While I waited, I cut a piece of steel out to be melted over the crack. I was going to "splint" this frame. The only issue is the frame is gusseted on the outside only. Ya, the inside and bottom were melted together as best I could. But, the inside was going to have to wait until I pull the engine for the 3RZ. In the mean time, I'm very pleased, and confidant it ain't coming apart anytime soon.
My heart sank, and I'm pretty sure I got a little misty … though I would never admit it for real. Then I started looking more, and found this on the inside and bottom:
Frankly, I'm glad I made it home instead of the morgue. Crack was between the steering box and the shock tower.
After I stopped sobbing, and dried my eyes, it was time to form a plan to fix the old girl's limb. Step one, jack up the truck, pull the tire, jackstand the frame, and drop the axle to remove the weight from the frame. Next was the grinder to clean it up. Then, weld up the crack as best as I could.
Now, I ain't no fool. This effort only made me feel better. It made me feel like I was making a difference. It made me feel like I deserved a bouquet of balloons. The reality was, this was not a fix. So, step two. Contact a buddy who is a much better welder than I. A date was set, and surgery was scheduled for today at 10am.
While I waited, I cut a piece of steel out to be melted over the crack. I was going to "splint" this frame. The only issue is the frame is gusseted on the outside only. Ya, the inside and bottom were melted together as best I could. But, the inside was going to have to wait until I pull the engine for the 3RZ. In the mean time, I'm very pleased, and confidant it ain't coming apart anytime soon.
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