
Before I can tell you anything about Moab, I have
to tell you about the nightmare that was my pre-trip wrenching preparations.
The primary goals were to fix the rear main oil
leak, and install my newly ordered Skyjacker 4" all-spring lift so
that I'd be ready to pound trails without embarassing myself. Of course,
having a cloud of smoke billowing up around your truck because the rear
main drips oil on the exhaust can be rather advantageous. Built in anti-mosquito
device.
I also had ordered a spare tire carrier from Whitney
that I hoped would enable me to get that clumsy 31" spare out of the
cargo area in an accessible location, as opposed to under the bed. I'd had
to drag the spare out from under there twice already, and both times you'd've
thought the only thing I was missing was the navy uniform...
In addition to this, I had an AC vent to reinstall,
a CB to mount on top of my ham radio, an AIR pump to replace, and maybe
another dozen things. No problem. I had a few weeks.
Well... one out of two dozen things
isn't bad, I guess? And I'll have you know I got that lift kit on only by
the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. I worked on it over two or three weekends
and a few weekdays. I had every problem you could imagine. From this maddening
experience, I learned several simple rules that apply to life.
Long story short, I struggled with rear springs,
gas tanks, u-bolts, brake lines, brake fittings, brake bleeding, and many,
many more things before I was done. Each time I thought I'd made progress,
another problem would crop up and threaten to rob me of my trip. But sooner
or later, I'd get my noggin' in gear and find a solution and raise my hopes
once again.
When I finally got the brake lines tight and drove the truck for the first
time that Tuesday evening, all the hard work began to pay off. It wasn't
until I got to Moab, Utah and took "Troubled Child" off-road onto
the most difficult trails I've ever driven that all those late nights and
all that frustration finally paid off--and then some!