My buddy who had been doing my larger welding projects for me up this point decided it was a good idea to go halfsies on a tough truck. He was an ex dirt track racer and it’s something I had always wanted to do. He found a 93 Toyota pickup that was too good a deal to pass up. The catch was the frame was nearly rusted in 2. On top of that we had both been so busy we didn’t get to “build” it until day of.
He had moved and lost all welding capabilities so I had to load my generator and basically every fabrication tool I had into my little Toyota and drive it a half hour to his place the next morning.
The victim.
I got to his place about 8:30 and it was go go go all day so I didn’t get many pictures. The bed pretty much just fell off once we loosened a bolt or 2. This is a picture of the gram we were dealing with. It’s hard to tell but there’s no frame between the front of the leaf spring and the back of the cab. The driver side had been solidly repaired at one point.
We got a game plan together of how we would fix the frame with the material on hand and then how we would attach the roll bar I bent the night prior. Other than that the truck was ready to go. After a few hours he had to duck out to take care of errands. And if memory serves. He didn’t get back until that afternoon.
To make matters worse he painted his old racing number on the driver door. I thought he might try to play that game so I came prepared with my own paint.
After our top gear like shenanigans we headed out to the gas station, got 5 gal in it and headed 5 min down the road to the fairgrounds.
Thankfully my hard work paid off and he let me drive first. The deal was whatever happens happens. They let sidexsides run the course first and frankly it was nothing spectacular. The course was tame compared to some I’ve seen and a lot of the sidexside guys you could tell didn’t want to break their vehicles. Next up was a stock Jeep who’s run I missed because... I was next.
I pulled to the line in 4 low, tapped the brakes and could feel the rear come off the ground. There was nothing back there for counterbalance at all. Here I am in a truck that was practically 2 halves a few hours ago, about to give it my all and just pray that 4 out of 6 bolts is enough to hold this rusty body to the frame. When the light turned green I let er rip 2nd gear 4 low, a quick shift to 3rd and then the bumps came.
I didn’t care at all about throttle timing or anything for that matter. I knew about halfway down the first stretch things were about to get real. There were several stutter bumps followed by larger small jumps. Once I hit the first small jump I had a second to think “Ok I’m in the air this isn’t bad”. The landing didn’t hurt it was ok...
Then came the spring rebound to end all rebounds. The impact broke our hasty rear shock repair and the preloaded suspension launched me into/off of the next jump face. My head probably hit the dash during all this because the next thing I saw when I looked up (looking to my right) I could see over the K rails. It felt like was 10 feet up and I just asked myself “how did I get up here” and then “well this will hurt”. Thankfully it didn’t it went smooth, too smooth. I thought for sure the cab was about to be dragging and I was going to have to get the tow of shame but no, I finished the run.
It was about halfway through that I realized something wasn’t right in the shocks. The rear was bouncing all over and I couldn’t keep speed after that. I finished the course came to my complete stop per the rules gave the event official a big smile and a thumbs up and back to the pits I went. Unfortunately for my buddy we didn’t get a second run because the truck would not fire after that run. To this day we still have no idea why.
When it got loaded on the trailer that’s when we realized just how bad the frame and suspension was. The driver side shock was bent, passenger not attached to anything on the frame side, there were more holes in the frame than when we started and the kicker... The reason my run was so smooth was because the tube used as a frame rail had failed and bent and taken a lot of integrity with it. Essentially the frame acted as one big leaf spring and that’s why the only way for me to describe it was like sitting on a trampoline. Literally I felt the hits but nothing ever jarring. It couldn’t have gone better.