You know, its funny that you should ask.
Rick, Matty and I went on a night run up claw. Rick ended up on his roof, and then broke his steering. He had spares, at camp..so we worked his rig off of the trail, and he climbed over my center console to my back seat (my rear doors don't open..). Not very long later, I start hearing all kinds of whacky noise up front .. I hop out to look at it, and the damn coil isn't on the tower anymore.
I walk back to Matty "hey, gimme a hand a minute.. I spit out a coil."
Matty looks at me "I didn't think you'd be one of those <language filter>'s who had coils that fall out when you droop".
"hmm. You know .. you're right. I'm not." .. and I ran back up to my rig curious what was actually wrong.
It looks like I picked up a rock with the tire, forced it between the tire and shock, breaking the shock off. Next hole, the tire drooped, coil fell out, and in repairing it we ripped the brake line off. I carry spare lines, Matty had some fluid, and a little ratche strap magic got us back on the trail.
I was surprised just how well the jeep drove home with no swaybar, no steering dampter, no shock, beadlocked 35's with airsoft balancing, and a ratchet strap as a limit strap.
