October 12, 2004*NOTE*let me just let whoever reads this know that it will be a LOOOOONG story. If you don't want to read it, no problem. At least look at the pics, they are a little ways down the page. I'll be adding video of the event VERY soon.*NOTE*
The weekend was closing near. I had everything buttoned up and ready to hit the trails with for the weekend. On Wednesday I met up with a buddy of mine who has a 78 Bronco. He had the heads on the engine rebuilt and needed assistance to put them on to be able to come and ride with me and GergMick.
I was able to get off of work on Thursday early, so I called up Daniel (the owner of the 78 Bronco) and told him to get things ready for me to come on over and put the heads on while he assisted me. The engine is a 400M. Not really all that big of a deal to put the heads back on an engine, especially how he was wanting to have it done. I'm not one to not do things the right way, but Daniel was wanting to get this done and on the trail, plus it's a beater and it's meant to be beaten on! So, after I had been working on getting the heads in place and snugged down, Daniel realized that he was missing his torque wrench. He called up his buddy and had him bring over his T-wrench. Turns out it didn't go up to the rating we were looking for so that was a peice of junk (we needed to get to 112 lb/ft of torque). I had to go back to my house to pick up mine (which I didn't really want to!).
GergMick brought me over to my house. On the way there, about 1/10th of a mile from home, the power steering hose burst on his Suburban. Talk about bad luck! We tried to patch it up and get it running again, but it was a futile effort. Daniel showed up and scooped us up, torque wrench in hand (along with the timing gun that i remembered we'd need to use).
Once we got to Daniel's house I torqued all the head bolts down and then the next snag hit: Oh! where did all my bolts go? Yeah, I love that part of fixing things. Daniel didn't have 1/2 of the bolts needed to get the whole engine back together. Gerg and I did the best we could to get it to the closest point of being back together (which we got everything on except for the manifolds and valve covers and setting up the timing). It was approaching 2am and we needed to get some sleep.
The next day (Day 1) I got into work and was blessed to leave early when everyone else picked up and left. I thought, "Kick Ass!". Now, just to get home, put all the supplies needed for this weekend, meet up with Gerg and we're GONE!
So, I'm at home, Gerg shows up (Yep, he hit up AutoZone and got his power steering lines for his truck, installed them, and then went to work that morning) and he's stoked to leave. We're putting our stuff into the Bronco and Burban (HiLift/Tools/Tarp/Camping Equipment) and my phone rings. It's Daniel. He's wanting us to come back over to finish up the job. We inform him that is not possible as we have a short weekend anyway and we need to hit the trail immediately. Daniel says he'll try his best to get it all back together and meet up with us out at Royal Blue on Saturday night, if we were still there.
Gerg and I took off. On the ride there my phone rings, it's my buddy Josh. I told him to meet us up at RB and he can ride along with me. He says he's on his way - sweet a ride a long!
Up at Royal Blue, we're fueling up. Checking out the rigs after the hour long drive looking for things that could be loose or need to be tweaked and Josh rolls up in his 1st Generation RX7. He parks his car, jumps into my truck and off we go!
Our main goal was to find a good place to go camping since it was still a little bit light out we needed to find a camping spot soon so we could setup camp and be ready for the next day. That's not how it went, of course!
We ended up doing some trail riding. We had a blast. Lots of mud, rocks, and water crossings to quench our thirst for the hunger we had for wheeling. We found a good place to setup camp and did just that - right in the middle of the trail. Of course the trail didn't look like it had been that well traveled, so we were pretty safe from any troubles. Let me just say that setting up camp so far was building a campfire and setting out the camping chairs. That's it. Sleep in the trucks and hit the trails running the next day.
(Day 2)The next morning I got up the earliest, broke camp down and had everything ready to go to move on out. After Gerg and Josh got up and then woke up we fired up the rigs and headed on down the trail to find the 'River Crossing' trail. Gerg and I had only been there one time previously and the last time we had tried to find the trail Story and Movies from this weekend 9/24 we ended up cutting trail for 6 hours and not finding the trail afterall.
We did happen to find the right trail. Found a few hunters that had bagged a doe and already had it half cleaned. That was a cool thing to see. For me, someone who doesn't hunt, thought that was pretty cool.
The river was pretty low, but that allowed us to run up and down it to the deeper spots without too many problems and Gerg's snorkel that he fabbed up worked out really well. Heres some pics:
This was on the trail to the River Crossing trail, notice the amount of flex that stock suburban can accomplish! That thing amazes me more and more everytime we go out!
More of the same trail:
The guy on the left in this photo is Josh, on the right is GergMick
Here's some flex out of the Bronco:
I took more pics of the 'Burban than I did of my Bronco, the reason being that I was in front and watched Gerg go over lots of stuff and through stuff like this:
You can see our weekend was going exactly as planned. Nothing wrong, everyone happy and enjoying themselves. That's how a weekend of wheeling is supposed to go. No stress, lots of laughing and talking and getting the trucks muddy - oh wait. Maybe the muddy part isn't the smartest thing to do, but it is fun. It can be dangerous to you as well. Here, I'll fill you in on the next part of the weekend:
Day 2 was going great. We came out of the River Crossing with no scratches or dents or bruises. Trucks running good, attitudes positive. So, we decided to hit some 'holes out at the powerlines. I thought it would be a good point in the day to get some well needed wheelspin out of my system, and so did GergMick.
If you take the time to read the other story that is linked on this page you will know that the weekend previously we had some power steering problems on the 'Burban at the same powerlines that we were about to go to again.
This time Gerg stayed out of the holes and let me have a lil bit of fun. I busted EVERY hole out there except for one of them, which I could have done if I wanted to replace the driver's side windows and the rear driver's side win