Made a trek up to the fiery hellhole we call Phoenix this weekend to meet up with
@Cruddz, who was nice enough to sell me the axles out of his FJ62. Tucsonans & Phoenicians grow up being told that one city is better than the other, and while I have held that belief for most of my life I have to say Phoenix has grown on me quite a bit, and Phoenicians aren't as rude as I was led to believe, as evidenced later in this post.
I got up to Phoenix a little bit after 1 thinking pulling the axles would be a two hour job at max. We were going to cut the brake lines, undo the leaf springs and roll them out - easy peasy right? The drivetrain had already been removed out of this 62 along with the steering linkages which would make it even easier.
We started by getting some tires under the frame to support the body using a primo Toyota forklift to jack up the 62. I have to say, my desires to own a forklift and get forklift certified have definitely increased after this weekend. I also have heard being forklift certified helps with the ladies some.
With the truck jacked up safely it was time to start disconnecting the shocks, shackles, and the emergency brake cables. We were able to get the shocks & shackles disconnected easily, but it was the passenger side rear pin holding the e-brake cable to the backing plate of the drum that gave us trouble. That mother ****ing piece of s*** stupid ass pin had somehow welded itself. With no tools to cut the e-brake cable, we headed off to Ace Hardware in Cruddz' sick 60's FJ40 to get a cutting wheel.
At the first red light in this thing, a very nice older red Chevy Suburban with blacked out tint rolled up alongside us. As he rolled down the window we were hit with the strong skunky smell of marijuana. The gentleman behind the wheel commented on how nice it was to see a classic driving and then was kind enough to offer us the blunt he was smoking, which he described as "moon rock". We both politely declined his generous offer and he went on his merry way but the act was a nice reminder that not all Phoenicians are bad people. No stranger in Tucson has ever offered me a hit of their moon rock.
With the cutoff wheel in hand we were able to get the rear axle removed without much fuss and we moved on the front which was even easier, but it had taken us a solid 5 hours to get them out. Thank you for your sacrifice, FJ62.
These axles were covered in so much gunk that the nuts on the top of the knuckles looked like round rivets. Luckily for me, Cruddz has got a hot water pressure washer so I took advantage of this opportunity and used it to get these things cleaned up.
By the time we got the axles cleaned and loaded up the sun was just dipping below the horizon.
The fruits of our labor:
Unfortunately for me, my night was far from over. I hit the road again and headed up to Scottsdale to meet a gentleman on Facebook who had stock wheels for me. He's got a badass 1985 Fj60 with a LS swap he is in the middle of completing, we shot the s*** for a few minutes and then I headed home.
While it was a full day's journey full of ups and downs, I have no complaints about my time in Phoenix. I can't thank Cruddz enough for giving me a hand with the axles, and I'm getting closer to a point where I can drive this thing daily. I've already ordered a knuckle rebuild kit, new calipers & pads, brake hoses, Man-A-Fre heavy duty tie rod kit, and new OME lift kit from
@cruiseroutfit. I'm going to rebuild the knuckles during the week after work and hope to install the axles this weekend with some nice 33x10.50's on the stock wheels. Stay tuned.