Okay, here's the first trail report.
We started out on Rose Garden Hill on our way out to Top of the World. We lost Painter Ken due to a puking and overheating tranny and a couple of others who didn't want to brave the hill. Understandable, it was a little more than expected. Ken headed back to camp to bypass the radiator cooler and install a huge tranny cooler with a fan.
About 2 miles later, I realized my steering wheel was upside down when going stright, about 180 degrees from it's normal postion. Got out and looked and my trac-bar mount was starting to come off the frame. Five years and my booger welds finally let go
Me and MrBoyle bailed from there and headed back to town to get to the shop before they closed at 5 to get it back in place. $60 later, Good to go.
Got back to camp after the trac-bar repairs and helped Ken finish up his tranny cooler, then I investigated the squeek and clunk from my front end. Turns out all the lug nuts on my passenger front were loose, causing the clunk. Squeek is written off to dusty brakes.
Got that all buttoned up and Ken wanted to do a quick test run on his tranny cooling issue. Nothing closer than potato salad hill. So I rounded up R.J. and Strawhat, I think, nice yellow early Bronco.
I attempted the hill, wussed out after three attempts and let someone else go. The EB walked right up it. After that, I followed his line and did the same. Ken followed and made it on his first attempt.
Dramatic music please, ..................................................
THe EB goes for a second attempt on a harder line, and the hil claim another victim. Two full rolls, three tires off there beads, and he comes to rest with his front axle strattling a rock keeping the rolls out of the gully. NO INJURIES
After resetti ng two beads and throwing the spare on the other, the EB fired right up and drove itself onto the trailer for the ride back to camp. Here ends another happy day in Moab. Don't worry, they have a whole new front clip, fenders, and a hood at home to repair the body scars.