by Papi » Tue Aug 03, 2010 2:35 pm
She's home! I know I should be snapping pictures left and right, but I was fighting 100* heat, an approaching storm, and a tight schedule before work. I drove 40 minutes south to where the camper was perched on two flats. The spare, also flat, looked to be in better shape than the ovoid tires on the ground, so I took to removing it. POP! The weld broke on the spare carrier! So I took that loose from the camper and tossed it into the truck. A little PB Blaster on the lug nuts helped just enough to get the rusty rims loose.
Next problem: the top was stuck in the up position! Try as I might, nothing worked to free it. So I ended up snapping all the cables and standing on it to get it lowered into place. It wouldn't fully go down, but close enough to get it home.
As for the tires, the PB Blaster again did wonders and the spare was free from the mount. It leaked around the bead when I tried to fill it, so I deflated it, cleaned the bead, and filled it with Fix-A-Flat and air. One of the other tires was obviously toast, but the one that was ovoid turned out to be good enough. I put a ratchet strap around the circumference, cranked on it with all my might (after lubing the bead seat with Vaseline) and the beads popped back into place! Added 60 pounds of air and she was no longer ovoid.
I made the trip home in less than an hour. I passed no less than two police precincts on the way home, and no one stopped me despite not having tags, a canvas flopping like a vulture with a full belly, and going 10 mph slower than the prevailing traffic. Normally cops here will stop you for anything. Pulled like a dream the entire trip!
Sorry, I promise to post some pics by this weekend. Gonna go to work on it soon, very soon; demolition will begin and I can't wait! Plans are to clean the rims with Pine Sol (you read that correctly) and get them ready to accept new wheels, tear out all the stuff I won't be reusing, and formulate a plan. But for now, I have to go swimming with a beautiful 3 year old princess.
I dream of a day when a chicken can cross the road without having his motives questioned.