What is Your Best Stranded by Your 40 Story

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Green Bean

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The other day, I took our 40 for a little shake down cruise after some work on the engine. About 3 miles from the house she decided to quit. Not to fret, I called my wife who thought it was nothing short of hilarious that she and our bloodhound, Stanley, had to come tow me and the 40 home with our F250. It occurred to me that this is a pretty lame "stranded" story but it might be amusing to hear from this community of some real zingers. So, please share.
Thanks.
 
Thanks @Green Bean for pointing this thread out…so since the question is “stranded”, here it is.

My 1974 FJ40 had about 9000 miles on it in 1975 and my girlfriend ( now wife ) and I drove from Vermont to NJ to visit my parents and pick up a few things at their house. Our return route was typically to head up the New York Thruway to Albany and then switch over to the Northway towards the last exit before Canada. We were doing well but the roadway was very quiet and cold. With the rear heater blowing along as well, we were comfortable with down jackets and light gloves…it was around -20F. Wind driven snow across the flats but still a sunny day. The kind of day where one lane of a two lane roadway has been covered with fine blown snow for a few hundred feet so…keep right. No traffic so it was still a decent ride.

Somewhere around Bolton Landing the 40 started to sputter and slowed to a stop so we pulled off to the shoulder. Not many cars passing so we waited. Nothing obvious had happened but then I had looked at the fuel gauge… pinned to the left. Had to be 6-7 miles to the next exit and I thought we were stranded…. I was 22. Young and fearless so we started walking but it got cold quickly from the wind.

Thankfully, a kind motorist stopped and picked us up, drove us to the next gas station ..and the rest is history. I tend to think the world was a different place in that area 50 yrs ago.
 
I had a couple break downs but did not get stranded. Before I knew about the air purge in the distributer cap, I got stuck in the Lowes parking lot. The distributor was toast but it did finally start and I b-lined it for home. Another time the 30 year old circuit opening relay failed at a stop light. I carry a spare COR and EFI relay in the pocket just for such emergencies. When you drive a 50 year old truck, carrying tools and a few spare parts is required.
 
About 15 years ago Myself and some friends started out on what was expected to be a 10 day 200 or so trail mile exploration to lay some tracks over a route that had been abandoned and ignored for a couple of decades. Only used by a handful of old timers prior to that. Four of us and a dog in a pair of '40s. Both on 40 inch Boggers with stretched wheelbases and SBCs. I was pushing the power through an SM465, an NP203 doubler and one of the early Orion. (#38 IIRC)

The was before we were using satphones routinely or even Inreach units. Our "Nanny" was not supposed to start to worry about us until day 12 if we had not checked in.

The first day in gave us our first omen when Kevin sheared the wheel studs off a rear wheel at the top of a long steep descending ridge, well above treeline. It was a major aggravation to replace the studs, but we carry enough tools and extra parts on a run like this that that is all it was. But the wheel that had separated... yep, it took off down the slope, gathering speed in leaps and bounds until it disappeared in the brush in the creek at the bottom, somewhere between 1/4 and 1/2 mile away... all of it way way down..
Two of us hiked down and eventually found it while Kevin repaired his rig. At first we had hoped to simply roll it the rest of the way down the creek bed to the river and come around that way to pick it up with my '40. It only took a hundred feet or so to realize that this was gonna be a gargantuan task that we really really were not going to enjoy at all. After some thought and some perusal of the slope we had descended, it was decided that the 275:1 gearing that I was so proud of would make for a fairly reasonable trip down and back up from the ridge top. The short story is, it did and we got the tire back to the top and got the show on the road again. At least to the bottom of the ridge to camp for the night by the river.

The next day was uneventful and we pitched camp about 60 miles in, right about at the end of where most people ever went on this route back then. Our third day on the trail started pretty early and we crossed the Black River and worked our way toward the more challenging terrain as the trail slowly disappeared from lack of use.

We were attempting to follow a track that had been laid down years ago and largely forgotten. We had followed it a day or two's travel past this point a couple of years earlier, but had lost it... as it turns out in a thick patch of willows in a ravine where the original "creator" of this trail had purposely made it less than obvious to follow. However, after being baffled the first time I had done a couple of overflights of the area and spotted it a bit further on. Our goal was this tricky spot so that we could pick up the route and continue on without having to blaze any new trail.

Day three saw us working out way through a couple of marshes/boggy areas that required both rigs working together to surmount. Winching through and winching out was the order of this day. The 8274 and the PTO saw a good workout.

Almost to the good part. ;)

We had overcome the soft terrain area and were slowly motoring along at just a couple/few miles an hour pace on a fairly easy stretch when suddenly I had no power to the wheels. As I came to a stop I quickly worked the tranny shift lever, the high range/low range lever and the superlow/stupidlow lever... the 2wheel/neutral/four wheel lever too. Nothing. Everything shifted smoothly and made no difference. I jumped out and looked underneath to see if somehow both driveshafts had fallen out or something silly like that. Nothing seemed wrong.

After a bit of pondering and considering, a bit of inspection, a quick experiment or two and a sinking feeling in my stomach... a theory about the problem was surfacing. Unhappily I disconnected the PTO shaft and linkages and pulled the drive box to get a (little bit) of a look inside the Orion.

Even though I was pretty sure what I was going to see, I was still hoping not to. No luck. The Advance Adapters input shaft in the Orion from the converted NP203 had sheared right at the stepdown immediately behind the coupling to the 203. There was no way the power from the 350 was gonna get to the axles.

At this point, you could definitely say that my '40 had me stranded.

We were about 85 miles into the back country. Remember, I ain't in California, Colorado, Utah Wyoming New Mexico or any of those other places with plenty of roads and services. ;) That 85 miles meant I was at least 75 miles into what any lower 48er would call flat out wilderness. The closest pavement, or road of any kind was the pavement we had left from. As I mentioned it had taken both rigs working together to get to where we were. Getting back was gonna be a challenge.

We had a big meal that night. Big meal. We were after all loaded to get by for a couple of weeks. Not only were we gonna have to unload gear from the remaining '40 but we were gonna be able to carry only the minimums for all four of us and the dog to fit on the trip out. A lot of stuff, including food, was going to be left behind. In the morning we picked through all the gear to decide just what we had to have and packed it tight so that the extra two passengers and the dog could fit. Sorta Kinda. We knew that if we got through the two biggest bogs, we could make it the rest of the way without major concerns. But if we got the single rig stuck, we had a long walk ahead of us. Not to mention more creek and river crossing than I have ever bothered to count. It is no exaggeration to say that the number was over 3 dozen. Maybe over 4 dozen. Several of which were deep and fast enough to make wading across pretty problematic.
If not for the creek crossings, myself and my passenger were up to the distance if we had to do it. Kevin's wife was not. And even if we could have made the trek, it was not in any way a possibility we were looking forward to.

Needless to say we were a bit concerned as we approached the first difficult spot. We began to scout out possible ways across more closely than we ever had before. We expanded our inspection in each direction, hoping to find a new way across. Things were not looking good. After a while, a new idea came to mind and we pulled out the topo maps to take a look at the overall area. With the help of them we determined what the direction of flow had to be for the water that kept the marsh a marsh and we decided to try and work our way through the woods in an "uphill" direction to see if we could find an end to the wet terrain and therefore a way around it.

We set off through the woods, about 200 feet apart, sometimes closer, with Kevin following in his '40. If we found good solid ground, we would wave him to us. If we found sloppy ground... well, we would not call him over. ;) Eventually after about a mile of this, we reached a shallow tundra pond which fed the water to the marshes downhill. Right at the edge of the pond was the not uncommon ridge of rocky ground pushed up by the freeze thaw cycles over the centuries. This ridge was not high... actually below the surface of the tundra grasses and mosses. But it was enough to provide a sort of bridge across the bogs.

Emboldened by our success, we headed to the second marsh and took basically the same approach. This time we found a patch of firmer ground before we reached any sort of surface water source. We did not take the time to ponder the difference, but made our way across and put some distance behind us. By the time we stopped for the night, we had about 50 miles or so left to get to the road.

For me... those miles were some of the worst I have ever covered in a '40. Sitting on gear... slipping and sliding... (the jumpseats had long ago been removed from this rig in favor of maximizing cargo space) with almost no visibility out, an 80 pound dog in my lap and my partner's knees slamming into very uncomfortable places every so often in the rough terrain... yeah it suck. Car sick off and on as well. :(

Anyway, we made it back to the road and back home. A couple of phone calls to Advance Adapters to get a replacement shaft. The first comments were that "we have never heard of this happening before". My reply was "what about ____ ___, my buddy who had exactly this same failure about a year and a half ago?" After a stunned silence, the person on the phone put me on hold for a while and came back to basically say "yeah, you are right". After a discussion that was quick enough that I assumed they had already given it some though, we both agreed that the failure was due to the less than generous radius at the shaft diameter change. It was suggested that the shaft intended for the "three speed" transfer case gears and spline count would probably have less concern with this issue than the 'four speed" variant. Since I did not want to swap out all the internals of the Orion, I filed that away and said I just needed another of the same shaft that I already had. I *think* that they slightly modified the cutting of the shaft after this, but I am not sure. I do know that I have not personally heard of anyone else having this failure.


About 2 weeks later I put together a handful of friends and we took three rigs back in to repair and retrieve my '40. Got in, repaired the damage and drove it out uneventfully. Never have managed to get back out there to push that trail further. YET. The Dragons still be there. ;)


And THAT is my "best stranded by my '40 story".


Mark...
 
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Wow Mark what a story!

I was transfixed till the end, you are great story teller.
Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed my ramble. :)

I am just fortunate to have wandered to some cool places and accumulated some cool experiences to tell about. 😲

There was a lot more to this one that I could have included, but out of deference to the people involved I skipped some parts, and out of deference to anyone on the net trying to slog through it I kept the parts I did include fairly brief. ;)


I guess I could have included the part about the pair of wolves wandering into camp one night (for real, no bull****)... but to be honest I forgot about that as I was typing. ;)


Mark...
 
Yes, good story telling @Mark W . Reminds me of some of the great stuff you used to write in Toyota Trails magazine.

Very good to see you more active on MUD again.👍
 
Yes, good story telling @Mark W . Reminds me of some of the great stuff you used to write in Toyota Trails magazine.

Very good to see you more active on MUD again.👍
Enjoying spending a bit of time 'here" again. Digging around with search I've found a lot of good tidbits and stuff that ties into some of my ongoing and pending projects too... Best Cruiser resource there is. :)

Mark...
 
Now that is a “stranded by my 40” story. I’d have just curled up in my 40 and whimpered like a baby if I’d broke down 85 miles deep!
 
Now that is a “stranded by my 40” story. I’d have just curled up in my 40 and whimpered like a baby if I’d broke down 85 miles deep!
Once we realized that my '40 was not going anywhere and then thought about the chances of getting the remaining rig stuck... And actually thought about just what a hike out would entail... well, I think I hid it from the others fairly well... But the thought of hoofing it for 70-80 miles, even with a companion, while someone who could not make the hike was waiting for assistance to be sent in once we were out...

I absolutely wanted to curl up and whimper! :nailbiting: I was just not willing to let the others know. ;)

Luckily we did not have to resort to the long walk. If we had, it would have been pride rather than anything else that got me to the road I am sure. ;)

Mark...
 
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My stranded story pales in comparison to Mike's, but it did involve a very long hike to the recovery vehicle.

My youngest son and I had driven my 2009 Silverado 2500HD to southern Utah, towing my '76 FJ40. We left the truck and camper at our campsite along the road at the upper end of Red Canyon (the canyon just south of White Canyon along UT 95) and headed down Red Canyon in the FJ40. We turned north on a dirt track to (you guessed it - Blue Canyon) that would eventually get you to Piute Pass and back down to White Canyon. The trail contoured along the east flank of the Chocolate Drop, then down into the Blue Canyon drainage. The road traversed hills and slopes of highly eroded bentonite clay, and was in very bad shape. We crossed over the divide and drove down into the Blue Canyon drainage, then stopped to do some exploring. One neat geologic feature was the Cobra. After some further exploration we decided to head back to camp. The FJ40 started up with no problem, but stalled out after a quarter mile. I was able to get it started, and we got another 100 yards or so before it died again. We tried one more time, but only got another 100 yards. At that point we decided to walk out, get to the truck, and drive down Red Canyon to our turn-off. The hike out was 16 miles. There's absolutely no way we could have driven the Silverado across the flanks of the Chocolate Drop.

We decided to carry a spare battery back to the FJ40, about a mile and a half walk. We were hoping to at least winch the FJ40 up and over the divide to the Red Canyon drainage, so figured we'd need an extra battery. Along the way we found a nice 5-foot long juniper log that would be good to use as an anchor - there were no trees or other anchor points along the way. There were periodic erosion-created holes conveniently located along the uphill track, and we had a shovel handy if needed.

As it turns out, we were able to re-start the FJ40 and get it running again. We made it up and over into Red Canyon, and kept it running at high idle with the choke knob partially pulled out. My son drove it back to camp and I followed in the Silverado.

The next week, my wife and I took the FJ40 into the boondocks north of town, and it died on us mile from home. It turns out it was a failing fuel pump the whole time.

A few photos coming.
 
My stranded story pales in comparison to Mike's, but it did involve a very long hike to the recovery vehicle.

My youngest son and I had driven my 2009 Silverado 2500HD to southern Utah, towing my '76 FJ40.

We decided to carry a spare battery back to the FJ40, about a mile and a half walk. We were hoping to at least winch the FJ40 up and over the divide to the Red Canyon drainage, so figured we'd need an extra battery.
Ugh... I think I'd almost rather hump a ruck for 80 miles than carry a battery for a mile and a half. Especially after a 16 mile hike to get the battery! And in the desert!!!

Mark...
 
175k miles, two 40s and a 60 in 8 years...still haven't had a breakdown yet...hopefully I won't ever post in here :)
Give it another few 100K miles, another 10 cruisers or so and another 25 years... and maybe toss in some not excellent choices. it'll happen. ;)

Mark...
 
Give it another few 100K miles, another 10 cruisers or so and another 25 years... and maybe toss in some not excellent choices. it'll happen. ;)

Mark...
Haha - of the dozen other cars - and similar mileage, only two cars gave me issues....I blew a rear diff in my LS400....due to my own stupidity...the other was german and to be expected :)

But heavy amounts of preventive maintenance is why....
 
Haha - of the dozen other cars - and similar mileage, only two cars gave me issues....I blew a rear diff in my LS400....due to my own stupidity...the other was german and to be expected :)

But heavy amounts of preventive maintenance is why....
Don't discount lack of "not excellent" choices. ;)

Mark..
 
Our first time buying a Volvo was an eye opener…. No wonder the may last 300,000 miles..the first dealer visit they replaced 25% of the parts in the engine. That was back in 1981 so it was pricey at $432.00 for the service.
 
Stranded by a 40? I’ve never heard of such nonsense.


I guess you really have to work for it?


Been a bunch of years since I've driven my 40, I bought it as my first vehicle, it was heavily worn and neglected with a blown transmission and transfer case. However once I got it going it almost always gave good warning ahead of time before having any significant mechanical issues.

Been stuck plenty but never stranded! Somehow digging or stacking rocks or finding some bailing wire or having someone show up out of nowhere to help pull out of a rut just happened.

Best I can come up with was the time I blew a freeze plug at the start of a road trip doing 70 at night. Right about Santa Rosa on the freeway just cruisen when suddenly loud BANG and sprayed coolant all over the headers......giant plume of swirling steam out the back !!!! Made it to the shoulder, was hours from home but even then someone promptly pulled over and gave the GF and I a ride to a local NAPA and back to the rig. Quick work with a "temporary" freeze plug and some jugs of anti freeze...... off we went!

Never did replace that temporary freeze plug and it served very well for an additional ten years of driving.... in fact it's still in the old scrap motor in the yard. Sure hope when the 40's back on the road again with all its new and improved parts and all the attention it has received over the last several years that I still am able to avoid being stranded in it!
 
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Red Canyon photos:


Chocolate Drop
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Blue Canyon drainage - Henry Mountains in background
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Cobra
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Red Canyon
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Road back to camp
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Oh where do I begin it could be the time that my steering tie rod nut came off of the center arm while in traffic. Oh even better the time my diaphragm on my fuel pump died on me out in the middle of nowhere on my way home. You know even better the night time trail run I did with my wife where I got 2 flats. Or how about spinning a bearing on my F motor and getting a 2F replacement only to not put the distributor in correctly and spinning a bearing in that one.

Needless to say 90% ( maybe 95% ) of my break downs were caused by the infamous ID10T trouble code that I get. Sorry @Green Bean I have to hijack a little bit I have a whole episode about these such "experiences" in my podcast.

 

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