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Elite Explorer
- Joined
- October 30, 2009
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- City, State
- NY
- Year, Model & Trim Level
- 88 Bronco II
Best laid plans
So when we last left off I was just starting to tear into everything. I think I was actually further along in February then I led on.
The front end is mostly done. Coils are in. F250 shock mounts welded to the original coil buckets. Bunch of stuff replaced. But not there yet.
While I had everything apart I searched to see what upgrades I could do. Decided to try the Dana 44 outters upgrade. Followed happyjack's method of modifying the knuckles (vs reaming the balljoints). Worked out pretty well. Still had to do some figuring and searching for part numbers. One of these days I'll do a write up. I'm lazy and let my Elite membership expire so no pictures today kids.
Most everything is in place except for brake lines, shocks...and the front diff. Apparently I whacked it harder than I thought and cracked it. I pulled the ham off the spare TTB and planned on swapping gear setups. While removing the 4.56 pinion I was tapping it with a rubber mallet and the had came off resulting in the first two threads getting clobbered. My drive shaft guy has it at the machine shop now to see if it's savable or if I need a new one all together.
The goal was to have it road worthy, or at least trail worthy for Carlisle but that just ain't happening. Ran out of project funds and patience. The build is on hold for now.
Yesterday I moved it out of the garage for the first time in 6 months and parked it off in the corner. Little ******* looks so sad tucked away, especially since one of the spare tires won't hold air. Engine started right up and it drove itself to it's temporary resting place. Had an oh **** moment when the throttle cable got stuck and almost put it through the fence. No front brakes at the moment.
Part of me wants to yell at it like 'you did this to yourself for fighting me so much!' and part of me wants to roll it back in and sell a kidney or two so I can finish it. (Maybe not both of them. I read on the internet that you need at least one...)
I'm so close that I can't not finish it. I will, just not in the near future. Some life stuff is getting in the way too.
I promise you this, though: The Little ******* WILL return to terrorize the neighborhood.
So when we last left off I was just starting to tear into everything. I think I was actually further along in February then I led on.
The front end is mostly done. Coils are in. F250 shock mounts welded to the original coil buckets. Bunch of stuff replaced. But not there yet.
While I had everything apart I searched to see what upgrades I could do. Decided to try the Dana 44 outters upgrade. Followed happyjack's method of modifying the knuckles (vs reaming the balljoints). Worked out pretty well. Still had to do some figuring and searching for part numbers. One of these days I'll do a write up. I'm lazy and let my Elite membership expire so no pictures today kids.
Most everything is in place except for brake lines, shocks...and the front diff. Apparently I whacked it harder than I thought and cracked it. I pulled the ham off the spare TTB and planned on swapping gear setups. While removing the 4.56 pinion I was tapping it with a rubber mallet and the had came off resulting in the first two threads getting clobbered. My drive shaft guy has it at the machine shop now to see if it's savable or if I need a new one all together.
The goal was to have it road worthy, or at least trail worthy for Carlisle but that just ain't happening. Ran out of project funds and patience. The build is on hold for now.
Yesterday I moved it out of the garage for the first time in 6 months and parked it off in the corner. Little ******* looks so sad tucked away, especially since one of the spare tires won't hold air. Engine started right up and it drove itself to it's temporary resting place. Had an oh **** moment when the throttle cable got stuck and almost put it through the fence. No front brakes at the moment.
Part of me wants to yell at it like 'you did this to yourself for fighting me so much!' and part of me wants to roll it back in and sell a kidney or two so I can finish it. (Maybe not both of them. I read on the internet that you need at least one...)
I'm so close that I can't not finish it. I will, just not in the near future. Some life stuff is getting in the way too.
I promise you this, though: The Little ******* WILL return to terrorize the neighborhood.