OK Shawn story time, gather round.
So earlier today, "well yesterday now" I took the time to swap in a replacement axle shaft on the front right.
After driving to koh and back with it going chinky chinky chinky like some distasteful racist comedian, I took some 20 minutes or so and swapped the replacment in...no time like two weeks after the previous present time.
Upon jacking this white turd up I noticed the wheel flop and that the ball joint was trashed. I get all done and order me up a pair of replacment bolt in cognito ball joints.
I pat myself on the back for caring but not so much that I would have found the motivation to swap the new fuel filter sitting on the floor "no need to get crazy"
It was taco Tuesday time and I said I was going to be there by seven, how great I thought that I could have the radio at a reasonable volume for the first time in a few thousand miles being I don't have to mask what previously sounded like a 5 year old learning to play the triangle and tambourine at the same time.
I show up and even brag about my new maintenance! Everyone had some doubts but seemed hopeful that I was turning a new tide.
Some time later, about 5.5 hours post axle replacement "PAR" I was down a side road being worked on and there is a temporary drainage pipe that was capable of tripping up even Tony Hawk, a formidable mound of earth covering it indeed.
I briefly slowed down but all too quickly went right back to my bad habbits and kept the speed going instead.
It was all to similar to a north Korean rocket as I came right back to where gravity held its clutch on my 7400lb truck and the ball joint failed quicker than a Taylor Swift relationship in a song.
I got out..laughing before I could even walk around..I've been here before. And I know that sudden drag sound of a tire like a mom at Walmart trying to walk past a candy machine with a kid.
I get a jack, try to pop the ball in place and back out slow and it fails again immediately.
Once more but now my Macgyver hat is on I decide to shove screw drivers and a t-handle 5/16 Allan wrench in the blown out empty space where cast metal had been. Then used the eyelet from a smaller ratchet strap to provide a grab point for a larger ratchet strap.
Drove home at a slow relatively safe pace of 5 to 10 and I believe I hit 15 miles per hour once. Every bump had me on edge and I did at least one 13 point turn.
Good thing I don't daily drive this truck or I'd feel some urgency to fix it before the new ones arrive. On that note I may see if sdhq has a bolt in replacment on the shelf and I'll end up with a spare.
