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Yeah, that was interesting. Luckily, we got some pics.
The day started out with me driving down to Avanteone's shop to pick up my rig, complete with it's new repaired Detroit locker and new hubs. More on that later. Anyway, from there I went and picked up Sean (90exjay) and headed to my place. On the way, I got a phone call from Erik, (TRSCobra) telling me what a terrible day he had.
After about five minutes of cajoling, he relented and headed over to my place to meet the rest of the group. First though, I decided to heed Spazmoid's dire warnings that an abundance of lights, not skill, experience or equipment would be the key to the evening's event.
Luckily, Sean is a certified master installer. With his help and wisdom, we began the upgrades:
Erik, aka Vanna White:
Our inspiration:
Still not enough:
With our lighting situation more or less under control, we all piled in my truck and drove over to pick up the final member of our intrepid crew, Jay (pSYChedXJ). We were running late, but made up time on Highway 18 and arrived at the trail around 8:30.
We said our hellos, Erik shotgunned two beers, and Sean engaged my hubs. Toss it in four wheel drive, and try to drive forward; uh-oh. The front tires weren't turning. Double check the hubs, double check the t-case. Shit.
We're still not sure what the problem is, but the front driveshaft was turning, but the axle shafts were not. I didn't really want to get stuck and spend the night out there, so we decided to just hang out and do some shooting (Jay and I both brought our arsenals for this very reason). The rest of the group headed up the trail and we murdered some cans and bottles.
5.56 vs. 7.62
Erik fell down in the snow:
After screwing around for a while, I decided to call the group on the CB to see how they were fairing. I got ahold of the good doctor, and he told me that people were stuck, and would need extraction. This put me in something of a bind, as I didn't want to get myself stuck and make things worse.
Finally, Spaz and Joe walked down to where we were hanging out and gave us the skinny: it was time to saddle up and see how far we could get with 2WD.
We gave the stranded Jeepers a ride back to their rigs:
It went remarkably well, and I only got hung up a couple times:
Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion to the story!
-----Matt-----
The day started out with me driving down to Avanteone's shop to pick up my rig, complete with it's new repaired Detroit locker and new hubs. More on that later. Anyway, from there I went and picked up Sean (90exjay) and headed to my place. On the way, I got a phone call from Erik, (TRSCobra) telling me what a terrible day he had.
After about five minutes of cajoling, he relented and headed over to my place to meet the rest of the group. First though, I decided to heed Spazmoid's dire warnings that an abundance of lights, not skill, experience or equipment would be the key to the evening's event.
Luckily, Sean is a certified master installer. With his help and wisdom, we began the upgrades:
Erik, aka Vanna White:
Our inspiration:
Still not enough:
With our lighting situation more or less under control, we all piled in my truck and drove over to pick up the final member of our intrepid crew, Jay (pSYChedXJ). We were running late, but made up time on Highway 18 and arrived at the trail around 8:30.
We said our hellos, Erik shotgunned two beers, and Sean engaged my hubs. Toss it in four wheel drive, and try to drive forward; uh-oh. The front tires weren't turning. Double check the hubs, double check the t-case. Shit.
We're still not sure what the problem is, but the front driveshaft was turning, but the axle shafts were not. I didn't really want to get stuck and spend the night out there, so we decided to just hang out and do some shooting (Jay and I both brought our arsenals for this very reason). The rest of the group headed up the trail and we murdered some cans and bottles.
5.56 vs. 7.62
Erik fell down in the snow:
After screwing around for a while, I decided to call the group on the CB to see how they were fairing. I got ahold of the good doctor, and he told me that people were stuck, and would need extraction. This put me in something of a bind, as I didn't want to get myself stuck and make things worse.
Finally, Spaz and Joe walked down to where we were hanging out and gave us the skinny: it was time to saddle up and see how far we could get with 2WD.
We gave the stranded Jeepers a ride back to their rigs:
It went remarkably well, and I only got hung up a couple times:
Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion to the story!
-----Matt-----
