I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee waiting for a friend to bring up the needed parts that the nearest parts store doesn't stock so I might as well update my photos and write up my adventure.
I am on Manitoulin Island nosing around old unused roads looking for a quiet little spot near a pretty little puddle of water.
The van has run fine since I had it certified and put it on the road. Leggz is away so I came up to the island to do the kind of exploring a man and his dogs like to do.
Back country sort of stuff.
Don't want to get stuck in this so we try another route:
I've always wanted to explore the east end of the island which is the unceded Indian reservation of Wikwemikong. The south shore borders Lake Huron and has some quiet trails I took my 2wd conversion van through. Obviously a pop top SMB 4x4 would allow more exploring...
So I swing the tiller east and got rolling.
I was just turning south when the expensive noises started. I pulled over, jacked up the front left wheel, and found it to be slopping around way too much. Recalling a collection of old trucks and machinery back up the road I turned around. Sounds growing uglier by the minute!
I stopped again and poured 3 jugs of water on the heated hub hoping to buy time and therefore distance back to my salvation. Copious clouds of steam rise.
I pulled up and noticed no one was around. Big German Shepard though! My two dogs trade barks with it. I'm not getting out, and obviously not going any further so it's "sit and wait time".
Shortly thereafter a man pulls up and I explain my predicament. Four minutes later Ken and I are pulling off the wheel and checking out the damage. My dogs are fine with Lefty; Ken's big GS.
Here's what we found:
Locking hub parts:
Melted into an expensive gel:
Outer bearing and seal remains:
Lock nuts (no photo of the lock ring):
We find the lock nuts and lock ring installed out of order with the tiny pin on the one nut completely missing.
Luckily the spindle is looking okay (note wheel under axle as crude safety measure...):
Ken then drives me up to the nearest parts store. Get parts based on what I thought
Advanced had put under my rig 30 years ago.
Return to rig and find parts all wrong. Clean mangled parts and try to decode outer bearing number. Ewww. Ken takes me back to the store. Inner bearing yes, seal and outer bearing no. Damn. Call store near home and have parts put out for buddy who is coming up the next day.
I then use 2 cans of brake cleaner and 510 feet of heavy paper towel to reduce the amount of filings and shrapnel to a "get home safe level".
Of course when a Dodge is down:
There's always a Ford snickering away in the corner!
As of now I have no idea if my friend with the needed parts will get on the ferry. Reservations recommended. So I sit and wait.
My host Ken is the manager of the local arena. He and I went to the same college! Small world. Wow.
Posting now. Enjoy your weekend team forum.