she has served one well... and hopefully will continue to. It was not the best choice for a road trip of that length and the wandering that we did while I was over there... a bit rougher around the edges than one of the '80s would have been... and sucked the fuel like a high test demon fleeing the underworld!.

I broke a spring during Ruby-Con... of course it was the Beaver Creek- Burwash section of the highway that doomed them... I was driving back with logs lashed between the spring plates and the bumpstops to make sure that I did not break it again, or break the other one... she wheeled surprisingly well like that and even ran the road decently.
And the '80s on street friendly tires instead of the swampers would not have motored forward and reverse through the couple of mudholes on the ruby-con the way this rig did... they would not have gotten stuck as deeply either in the one that defeated her.
One of those swampers exploded for no detectable reason as we approached Hinton on the way back from the run. Sure glad I had a brand new swamper as a spare!
And I burned up a set of wheel bearings about 3 hours out of Fort Saint John on the way home.

Less than 3000 miles on them too!
I have been running the Alaska Highway for 25 years and have never had a mechanical problem and only one other accident.... it all caught up with me this trip.
What amazes me the most about the moose encounter is that I did not roll. And roll bad. When I left the road surface and plunged over the side I thought it was all over... time really slows down when things like that unfold. I remember how sad I felt that Gus was gonna get hurt and be scared and maybe alone in the dark and trying to figure out how folks would be notified.... and thinking about how it was gonna play hell with my schedule and commitments over the next week if I got busted up or worse... this was in the second or two total time that I had from the smack into the moose and the smack into the bottom of the drop. Then I was sitting there taking stock and deciding what to do. Kind of a neat feeling to just ride it out and realize that you are calm and just dealing with it... I always wonder when I will get to the "loosing it" point.... not this time anyway.
I think that after this... I might put effort into treating this rig like less of a beater rather than parting her out to serve my other rigs. I'll have to wait until she is home to make that call I guess.
Mark...