What a ride!
Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 11:00 pm
I had a fun morning, and while not M37 related, I know that some of you can probably relate to my story!
Some people say that a penny found is good luck; I happened to find a quarter this morning while fueling up, and later on, both my friend Dennis and I used up all the luck that found quarter had...
After leaving the meeting point for our day trip, Dennis and I were rolling down the highway, bringing up the rear of our three truck convoy as we motored along out to Baldy Mtn to try a new trail. Tyler suddenly pulls over to the shoulder, with us quickly in behind him. Turns out his hood latch hadn't caught when he checked the oil at the gas station. Pulling back onto the highway we are both trying to catch back up to Trevor, who is in the lead. Dennnis and I are having a rather genial conversation about hoods flipping up at highway speed, when suddenly all hell breaks loose.
With a sound like a gunshot from behind the cab, the rear end drops over a foot, pointing the driverside front corner skyward, and the truck starts to fishtail wildly at nearly 100km/h (60mph). Careening all over my lane, the swampers were howling madly as they slid all over the rain soaked asphalt. With the steering wheel firmly grasped in both hands, and the brake pedal pinned to the floor, my head is swivelling around like an owl, trying to follow the highway and steer the truck away from the ditches. The sliding is getting worse as I'm now using up both lanes. I saw an amorphous black blob in the rear view mirror shoot out past the side of the truck; turns out it was the rear tire and rim. The 'yota does four complete revolutions, showing me nothing but white line, yellow line, and two ditches. At one point the rear bumper came around and smacked the tire as it was racing along beside us. The tire took off like a Sammy Sosa home run, ending up in the ditch some 150 yards further down the road.
As the truck slows the risk of barrel rolling it down the highway increases as the rear end could dig into a tar strip or the soft shoulder of the highway. We're both bracing for the gut wrenching flip, planning for the worst. The velocity is decreasing and the last slide is in a wide sweeping arc heading towards the ditch on the other side of the highway; Dennis and I are both preparing for the abrupt landing in the better than six foot deep ditch. Surprisingly enough, it didn't happen - the swampers, suddenly finding themselves in the their natural habitat on the soft shoulder of the highway dug in, and with only eight inches of gravel they stopped the truck almost dead. The momentum causing the rear end to pirroette around and plant itself firmly on the shoulder of the road. If I had parked the truck there on purpose, it would have looked no different. We figured later on that we covered about two city blocks worth of distance, most of it ninety degrees or backwards to the desired direction of travel.
Dennis and I both climbed out of the truck - him reaching for his smokes, and me giggling uncontrolably like a madman. There is no carnival ride on earth that will produce that feeling! Dennis retrieved the lost tire, while I assured the motoring public that we were both ok, and didn't require any assistance.
We spent the next hour or so waiting for the car trailer to show up, making jokes about the situation, and generally comming down from a massive adrenaline high. There were plenty of mouths gaping open in astonishment, and lots of pictures taken. I badly needed a nap when I got home...! A final inspection of the wheel studs showed that three had been previously cracked. When they let go, the other three remaining studs had no chance. There were no signs of any issues until the moment the tire left.
Here are my shots:
The long sweeping final arc as the brake rotor was digging into the asphalt

The final park job, with most of the credit going to lady luck...



Here you can see the marks in the shouler where the front tires dug in and rotated the rear end around, bringing the truck to a stop.

Here is the rear end, notice all the wheel studs are sheared off or missing


Notice the dark circles around the lug nuts on the front end. We've determined there was enough side load on the front wheels that the wheel studs have actually stretched.

So, here is my carnage report:
- one wheel spacer
- 24 wheel studs - I'll replace them all for safety reasons
- 24 lug nuts - same deal
- fubared brake rotor
- fubared brake caliper
- bent rear axle shaft
- two severly mohawed seat cushions
Holy crap what a ride!
Some people say that a penny found is good luck; I happened to find a quarter this morning while fueling up, and later on, both my friend Dennis and I used up all the luck that found quarter had...
After leaving the meeting point for our day trip, Dennis and I were rolling down the highway, bringing up the rear of our three truck convoy as we motored along out to Baldy Mtn to try a new trail. Tyler suddenly pulls over to the shoulder, with us quickly in behind him. Turns out his hood latch hadn't caught when he checked the oil at the gas station. Pulling back onto the highway we are both trying to catch back up to Trevor, who is in the lead. Dennnis and I are having a rather genial conversation about hoods flipping up at highway speed, when suddenly all hell breaks loose.
With a sound like a gunshot from behind the cab, the rear end drops over a foot, pointing the driverside front corner skyward, and the truck starts to fishtail wildly at nearly 100km/h (60mph). Careening all over my lane, the swampers were howling madly as they slid all over the rain soaked asphalt. With the steering wheel firmly grasped in both hands, and the brake pedal pinned to the floor, my head is swivelling around like an owl, trying to follow the highway and steer the truck away from the ditches. The sliding is getting worse as I'm now using up both lanes. I saw an amorphous black blob in the rear view mirror shoot out past the side of the truck; turns out it was the rear tire and rim. The 'yota does four complete revolutions, showing me nothing but white line, yellow line, and two ditches. At one point the rear bumper came around and smacked the tire as it was racing along beside us. The tire took off like a Sammy Sosa home run, ending up in the ditch some 150 yards further down the road.
As the truck slows the risk of barrel rolling it down the highway increases as the rear end could dig into a tar strip or the soft shoulder of the highway. We're both bracing for the gut wrenching flip, planning for the worst. The velocity is decreasing and the last slide is in a wide sweeping arc heading towards the ditch on the other side of the highway; Dennis and I are both preparing for the abrupt landing in the better than six foot deep ditch. Surprisingly enough, it didn't happen - the swampers, suddenly finding themselves in the their natural habitat on the soft shoulder of the highway dug in, and with only eight inches of gravel they stopped the truck almost dead. The momentum causing the rear end to pirroette around and plant itself firmly on the shoulder of the road. If I had parked the truck there on purpose, it would have looked no different. We figured later on that we covered about two city blocks worth of distance, most of it ninety degrees or backwards to the desired direction of travel.
Dennis and I both climbed out of the truck - him reaching for his smokes, and me giggling uncontrolably like a madman. There is no carnival ride on earth that will produce that feeling! Dennis retrieved the lost tire, while I assured the motoring public that we were both ok, and didn't require any assistance.
We spent the next hour or so waiting for the car trailer to show up, making jokes about the situation, and generally comming down from a massive adrenaline high. There were plenty of mouths gaping open in astonishment, and lots of pictures taken. I badly needed a nap when I got home...! A final inspection of the wheel studs showed that three had been previously cracked. When they let go, the other three remaining studs had no chance. There were no signs of any issues until the moment the tire left.
Here are my shots:
The long sweeping final arc as the brake rotor was digging into the asphalt

The final park job, with most of the credit going to lady luck...



Here you can see the marks in the shouler where the front tires dug in and rotated the rear end around, bringing the truck to a stop.

Here is the rear end, notice all the wheel studs are sheared off or missing


Notice the dark circles around the lug nuts on the front end. We've determined there was enough side load on the front wheels that the wheel studs have actually stretched.

So, here is my carnage report:
- one wheel spacer
- 24 wheel studs - I'll replace them all for safety reasons
- 24 lug nuts - same deal
- fubared brake rotor
- fubared brake caliper
- bent rear axle shaft
- two severly mohawed seat cushions
Holy crap what a ride!