So I started my morning off with a seized rear caliper. Only got a few miles away from home. Turned around, grabbed some parts, and swapped it out at home.
Headed back out with my friend and an hour later (maybe 1pm) I was at the park.
But because I was late, the friend I was suppose to meet out there had already bailed 10mins before I got there. He was beat up from the morning rides in his rail and I think it wasn't running it's best.
So the day started on a couple downers.
But I was going to make lemonade dammit, trying to make the best of the trip.
Got to have a little fun, never really stretched the truck out, might have touched 4wd once.
Around 2pm I started down this hill. I saw the ruts but couldn't see how deep they were. Kinda forgot about them and stuck my head out the door to watch for them, to straddle them. I wasn't worried about getting stuck, but if I had realized how deep the ruts were, I wouldn't have continued.
Oops ...

Headed back out with my friend and an hour later (maybe 1pm) I was at the park.
But because I was late, the friend I was suppose to meet out there had already bailed 10mins before I got there. He was beat up from the morning rides in his rail and I think it wasn't running it's best.
So the day started on a couple downers.
But I was going to make lemonade dammit, trying to make the best of the trip.
Got to have a little fun, never really stretched the truck out, might have touched 4wd once.
Around 2pm I started down this hill. I saw the ruts but couldn't see how deep they were. Kinda forgot about them and stuck my head out the door to watch for them, to straddle them. I wasn't worried about getting stuck, but if I had realized how deep the ruts were, I wouldn't have continued.
Oops ...


