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David and I stopped by Foster Falls on the way to Coalmont TN to run the Coalmont OHV area. We were going with a fixture of the Chattanooga Offroad community for over 20 years. Ken had several people coming. A mixture of Jeeps of all sorts various Toyotas two side by sides and one lone Bronco.
We took a while to get sorted to head out. I had decided to give my street adventure tires a trial run as it had been dry enough that this drainage area to the Sequatchie River had not had much rain in weeks.
I did not have to air the D rated radial 37x12.5 down nearly as low as I do the E rated 37x12 swampers.
I was running 3 from the back out of what I think was 19 vehicles. I was not paying enough attention on a steep downhill as we started to pile up on the first obstacle of what Ken swore, he planned as an "easy run". The left front dove into a hole as the left rear climbed. The resulting tilt lifted the right rear what the razor behind me swore was at least 6 feet. I was barely able to keep my foot from stabbing the brake. The razor driver asked me if I doo'dooed myself. I retorted with scares like that you don't need coffee.
The pictures do not do the hill justice that we boxed up at next, we had a beautiful view At the top of that hill.
We found several rocky hill climbs and decents to where we crossed a fairly dry creek bed. A couple of miles of twist and turns and we were to a rock playground.
This area when it is raining is 3 creeks converging to a larger creek. When it is as dry, as we have been lately, it has almost no water.
I was trying for a revenge run where I had been on a stair stepped 4-foot water fall about a year ago. I walked myself to a line that I had to winch out of to prevent severe body damage. I felt froggy as the Mickey T's had been hooking up great on the rocks.
I chose a line and with David spotting decided to back off of that. I tried one beside it that better accommodated the rear control arms clearance issues. After some turning and working I got into what seemed to be a pretty good spot.
David came to me to let me know to make it all I needed was a little "bump'. I backed up about a foot felt triumph within my grasp as for a split second the front started to rise... That is the moment I heard the dreaded sound like a hammer hitting a solidly mounted anvil. I knew I'd broke an axle.
We started inspecting it and nothing was loose, nothing was out of place, and all seemed okay. I cautiously eased back into it. Locked all around it seemed to be pulling. I decided to save it if it wasn't broke and backed off of the waterfall. I climbed up a more user-friendly creek to my left. As I was going up, I saw that the drivers front was no longer pulling. It turned out I had exploded the axle end inside the clamshell pumpkin. I limped it home as this was the rare occasion that I did not bring the trailer.
We took a while to get sorted to head out. I had decided to give my street adventure tires a trial run as it had been dry enough that this drainage area to the Sequatchie River had not had much rain in weeks.
I did not have to air the D rated radial 37x12.5 down nearly as low as I do the E rated 37x12 swampers.
I was running 3 from the back out of what I think was 19 vehicles. I was not paying enough attention on a steep downhill as we started to pile up on the first obstacle of what Ken swore, he planned as an "easy run". The left front dove into a hole as the left rear climbed. The resulting tilt lifted the right rear what the razor behind me swore was at least 6 feet. I was barely able to keep my foot from stabbing the brake. The razor driver asked me if I doo'dooed myself. I retorted with scares like that you don't need coffee.
The pictures do not do the hill justice that we boxed up at next, we had a beautiful view At the top of that hill.
We found several rocky hill climbs and decents to where we crossed a fairly dry creek bed. A couple of miles of twist and turns and we were to a rock playground.
This area when it is raining is 3 creeks converging to a larger creek. When it is as dry, as we have been lately, it has almost no water.
I was trying for a revenge run where I had been on a stair stepped 4-foot water fall about a year ago. I walked myself to a line that I had to winch out of to prevent severe body damage. I felt froggy as the Mickey T's had been hooking up great on the rocks.
I chose a line and with David spotting decided to back off of that. I tried one beside it that better accommodated the rear control arms clearance issues. After some turning and working I got into what seemed to be a pretty good spot.
David came to me to let me know to make it all I needed was a little "bump'. I backed up about a foot felt triumph within my grasp as for a split second the front started to rise... That is the moment I heard the dreaded sound like a hammer hitting a solidly mounted anvil. I knew I'd broke an axle.
We started inspecting it and nothing was loose, nothing was out of place, and all seemed okay. I cautiously eased back into it. Locked all around it seemed to be pulling. I decided to save it if it wasn't broke and backed off of the waterfall. I climbed up a more user-friendly creek to my left. As I was going up, I saw that the drivers front was no longer pulling. It turned out I had exploded the axle end inside the clamshell pumpkin. I limped it home as this was the rare occasion that I did not bring the trailer.
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