I broke a rear axle shaft on the entrance to Black Sheep...probably a couple minutes after that picture above was taken. The rear disc brake conversion saved my ass. I backed all the way down, parked my rig at the trail entrance, and later picked it back up and drove it all the way back to the inn to fix it. Without having a caliper bracket and caliper back there to hold the axle in place, this would have been a nasty day. I made this exact line last year with non sticky tires...no love this go around. My story is that the shaft was compromised around midnight the night before when trying to help pull out the 50,000lb motor home, and I'm sticking to it. Big thanks to all who helped with the axle swap Friday night.
On Saturday we took four rigs down Green Mamba Extension...or at least most of it. We spent all day out there, and, personally, I had more fun wheeling that one trail than any other wheeling trip I've been on. We almost made it to the end. Jrob destroyed a rear drive shaft just beyond where his rig is sitting in the picture above with Heather's truck all sideways. At about the same time, I bent the hell out of the tie rod while trying to get my driver tire to climb and stay up on that rock Bossman is standing on in the same picture. After seeing the initial damage, I turned around and headed out towards the last turn out we passed. When dropping off a ledge, the tie rod gave even more resulting a bit of a fireworks display as it rammed into the harmonic balancer, and the rig came to a stop with all the weight driving both front wheels into a nasty towed out arrangement. After the position the driver knuckle was in earlier and then again at this point, I'm not sure how it didn't grenade. We winched the truck up to dry level ground and assessed the damage. To me, it was F'ed; Bill and Bossman thought otherwise. They told me that if we could get the tie rod off we could beat it on a tree (ultimately a giant rock) to straighten it right out. More than a little skeptical, I climbed underneath and started tearing it down. I don't have the pictures, but I'm still amazed at how straight we got it (and by we, I mostly mean Bill...he beat that MF like a rented mule). We put it back on, zip tied the ram up high, cut the power steering belt (the ram must have blown a seal...it was blowing fluid out everywhere), and was able to drive it all the way back to the inn and onto the trailer.
Huge thanks to Bill, Bossman, Bodean, Heather, Jrob, and Fergie for the help on the trail that afternoon, but, more than that, thanks to Bill and Bossman for the tie rod straightening lesson. To me, it's worth breaking s*** sometimes just to learn something new like this (or how to redneck engineer a TBI injector when it doesn't fire when cranking) in case you run into it again in the future.
Oh, and one more thing - Hearther's rig (the bad ass green above) f'ing works. Hope Fab is for real. After breaking my rig twice, she still let me take it up the creek for a spin (crazy ass woman); it's sweet.
Enjoyed it, folks!