Swinesight
So as I continued working on my wobble over 50 MPH issue, I had the wheels checked for balance without tires on. There was one rim that had a bend in it, so decided to use that as the spare. A sane person would immediately put away the spare and proceed to fixing the initial wobble issue; I on the other hand would jump tracks and fixate on my darn spare tire.
Now, I’m not one to blame my woes on society’s ills or search for a malady du jour for my perceived shortcomings, but I’ve seriously got something wrong with me. I’m going to call it “swinesight”…everywhere I look on my rig causes me to find 3 new things to do. This results in me hopping from partially completed task to partially completed task like a six year old on Halloween night.
Well when it came time to tuck my new pretty spare tire up under the tail end of the pig, my inner 6 year old couldn’t bear to hoist it with the greasy, rusty, spare tire winch. And how do you get at the winch to clean it and paint it? Why you take out the support strut, which is also coincidentally greasy and rusty! Ohhh and before I reattach the newly cleaned and painted strut, I should probably clean up the frame where it attaches. I’m sick, I’ve got swinesight, and I need help.
I don’t have a picture of my (now) beautiful spare tire carrier, but believe me its gorgeous. Instead here’s an October camping picture in Grandjean, ID (only because I know we loves us some pictures). Now where was I? I plan to spend the weekend putting all the rubber bits on and around my D.S. front door. No telling where I'll end up.