Hang in there Mike. Devote some of your time to getting well. A worthwhile investment.
Self Inflicted Repairs: Opportunities to practice the craft...with humility. Been there and done that more than once.
Sounds like you've really gotten **** on lately. But, ambition can't be held down, so it looks like you're back in action on all fronts.
Mike, it's all over now.....everyone knows that bad stuff happens in 3's, and not counting the hammer, you are done with if for awhile!

Glad to hear you are feeling better!
Your son is right with the missing radius, probably caused a stress riser in the pinion and caused the failure.
Quality defect in the machining process I would guess.
At work I am amazed at how adding a radius to certain parts will improve the strength and/or life.

Mike I always say "you get to be a victim for 5 minutes. After that you are a volunteer.". You owned your **** right here in public. That is character in it's truest definition.Thanks guys. I appreciate the feedback. Like I mentioned I wasn't going to post any of this because I'm not one to wallow in pity or be a victim. I'm just pissed at myself but figured being pissed at myself wasn't getting anything repaired and back to its normal condition so I had better snap out of it and just get the work done.
Mike, I know how you feel about your bronze hammer, I have the same one, and I also purchased it in the early days of my career. I would be very sad if it failed like yours did, but in my 30 years of being a Snap-On dealer, I saw that same damage many times. I also want to point out a few things I have noticed about you and your craftsmanship. I got a similar job like you right out of high school, except it was as a steam plant repairman. I got exposed to journeymen welder/pipe fitters, millwrights, electricians, machinists, instrument techs, equipment and vehicle mechanics, and even painters. Anything that needed to be done we did, we rarely called in outside help. And of all those different trades there were guys who excelled in their field. They were the best of the best. I’m even pretty proud of the level of mechanical skills I attained. I always pay attention to your ring and pinion work you do because one of the jobs that I did a lot of was setting up the primary gear set in a Combustion Engineering Coal Pulverizer. That ring gear was about 4’ in diameter and the pinion was almost as big as my head! Kinda getting off track here, but what I’m trying to say, is that in the 10 years of working at the power plant and then all the years of selling tools I saw many people who were really good at what they did. Great metal fabricators, incredible machinists, paint and body men who could turn the biggest wreck into a show winner. We all know those guys. But where I am amazed is in your skills and levels of workmanship in all areas! Every time I’m reading one of your posts I just think how wonderful it would have been to have been your Snap-On Dealer, it would have been a highlight of my week to have come see you! You have shared with us your love and respect you have for your mentor from your work, but I’m thinking you also are a mentor for many too.
My wife and I just got home from our first trip flat towing our Jeep. Trip was a success, thanks Mike!
Camping at the Mojave Preserve in California.
Glad you're on the mend and that it wasn't anything more serious.
Take care of yourself and get better Mike. Missed your posts they are an inspiration.
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I had an infection once. Not sure how I got it, 3 days in ICU plus another 6 in general captivity until they let me out. I was off work for 6 weeks. Glad you are getting better.
Mike, my D44 JK rear axle has been fine since 2011 behind our Hemi. It is the 380HP version and I have been rough with it at times. My son has even bounced it a time or two! Glad you are feeling better! Most of last year I was dealing with early heart failure after getting sick early last year. I have bounced back with medications and a lot of working hard.
On the motorhome thing, I am with you there. I still hear from my wife about the time I hit a tree with my awning while parking. (not fixed yet) I also hear about the time I hit a guardrail in a tight turn. (fixed and re-painted) We all make mistakes![]()
Did you know they have mobile body shops that will come out and do minor repairs on an RV onsite? Before you return home and park it where everyone can see what backing into a stationary object looks like? Of course I have no firsthand knowledge of this…but I know a guy…
Mike I always say "you get to be a victim for 5 minutes. After that you are a volunteer.". You owned your **** right here in public. That is character in it's truest definition.
I don't see you as a victim but as an inspiration to make things right after the inevitable F'ing up of a "thing". I said it yesterday in the shop to a bunch of people..."The only one not f'ing up is the one that doesn't do anything.". We learn, we move on.
We are always hardest on the guy in the mirror.
Our GM says "You only get 24 hours to beat yourself up. Tomorrow at this time it is the past.".
I step away for a few days and it goes crazy in here. Jeesh. Glad to hear you are ok now Mike. Interesting to learn you are human afterall. Its pretty cool your son can swing by on lunch breaks. There have been times I wanted to do that for my parents but distance prevents it.
Thats a pretty wicked pinion failure. Never seen one do that before, and my local guys are parts breakers. Although lately its been more output shafts than pinions, but anyhow...
Mike, I'm with Mr.zippy. After you described the first two disasters I cringed because there's always a third. Your hammer makes it four but it's a Snap-on so you'll soon have a new one. Frame the old one as a reminder that things can always get worse.
Mike, glad you are posting again. Fortunately your health is improving and you are solving the mechanical problems and they are within your capabilities.
I look at events like these, when they subside and say prayers of thanks for all the blessings, as there are those to whom these kind of things occurring in their lives become showstoppers!
Pat said it best "We are always hardest on the guy in the mirror."
If we are not then shame on us!
We all get tested from time to time and you know the expression - when it rains in pours. I recently had a few weeks (maybe it was also a month) where **** just didn’t go my way. In hind sight, It was probably more my grumpy POV than anything else. A broken perspective if you will.
e.g. of good old trusty hammer breaks, I’d normally say “was gonna break sooner or later, totally got my monies worth out of it.” On a bad month with multiple things back to back I’d say “WHY MEEEEEE!!” And maybe rightly so.
In the moment I can’t pull myself out. I mean I try but the world is just sour and it’s hard to pull myself out. What’s important is you do.
After reading your posts, and using the power of 3rd party observation, I’d offer this perspective -
- We all get in fender benders. The fact you scuffed the RV, which is essentially a driving house, seems more like an eventual certainty than anything else.
- Health is no joke. We get older, this stuff happens even if we try hard to take care of ourselves. Living to play another day is the reward from the sound of it, your wife’s efforts will increase your chances. That’s an odds multiplier.
- manufacturing processes do occasionally result in defects beyond the warranty. If your pinion failed, it wasn’t anything you did. I’ve never heard of anyone so meticulous. It was a defect. *****, but look at the bright side - you caught it at home and we’re able to fix it before it was catastrophic. That’s worth $1MM to me.
- and the hammer, as inwluded go above, go figure out cost per mile and you already know it was a good buy and has earned its place in the toolbox drawer of fame.
Amy if these things happen on a normal day and you’ll brush them off. Happen back to back and it’s tough. The fact you were able to post up about them tho means you’ve taken the punch and you’re back on track. Glad you’re through it, now get you a new hammer!
I could tell something was off when I last posted in this thread about no updates in a while but didn't want to pry. Glad things are looking up again Mike. Most of what I have learned in life has come from a screw up and usually costs money to fix. I call it my "college". I could tell you story after story about my learning experiences. I'll be looking forward to more posts from you now that you are feeling better. Was missing my morning shop stories from you and others in the fab section.Thanks Marc. At this point the repair is pretty much undetectable and once the slide topper is reinstalled I am confident will be a permanent repair, but it still pisses me off.
I hadn't been posting much lately and just lurking around. Probably because I was so upset with myself and not sure if I even wanted to share my mishaps.
I appreciate the thoughts.
I could tell something was off when I last posted in this thread about no updates in a while but didn't want to pry. Glad things are looking up again Mike. Most of what I have learned in life has come from a screw up and usually costs money to fix. I call it my "college". I could tell you story after story about my learning experiences. I'll be looking forward to more posts from you now that you are feeling better. Was missing my morning shop stories from you and others in the fab section.
It takes a heck of a man to lay his feelings out in public like you have. I am 69 years old and still remember my mother telling me, after I told her I wanted to become a paint and body man, that I couldn't draw a straight line with a ruler. Anything automotive has always been my hobby. My mother had her own issues and my life continues on with a smile on my face, most of the time.Matt, thank you very much. I greatly appreciate your thoughts and perspective.
Funny you mention about the "why meeee." Not all that long ago I was one of those grumpy guys that seemed to walk around with a chip on his shoulder and was always daring someone to knock it off. I got to the point where I didn't like the person that was staring back at me in the mirror in the mornings and I realized something had to be done. I didn't like the environment I had created for my son and wife and realized that I had to change. I started doing a lot of soul searching, praying and reflecting on things and once I accepted gratitude, humility and empathy into my life things started changing.
I may be getting a bit personal, but here it goes.....
My wife seems to think much of my anger issues stemmed back to something my mother told me when I was in high school. I had finally found something that I enjoyed (spinning wrenches) and wanted to pursue a career as a mechanic. I had been on the high school automotive team for both my junior and my senior years which was not the norm, usually it was just offered to seniors but my automotive teacher asked me to participate during my junior year. After our senior year competitive our team (myself and three of my fellow team members and classmates) were offered the opportunity to go to Phoenix Automotive Institute for a tour of the campus with our parents and the possibility of maybe some scholarship monies. I was ecstatic and couldn't wait to ask my parents. My mother didn't blink and eye and just said "no, my son is not going to be a damn grease monkey." To say I was devastated is an understatement. I found something I was good at and enjoyed and had the rug pulled out from under me.
This is about the time I met my wife and we started dating. I saved up enough money over the summer after graduating high school to start attending the local college in the fall semester. My parents told me that computers were the future and that is what I needed to go in to. So with that in mind I focused on electronics and computers during the mornings at school, went to work selling auto parts in the afternoons after school and then home to my parent's farm where I would work on cars and bikes for extra money in the evenings. My girlfriend (now wife) would come over and be with me while I was in the shop working and then we would be able to hang out afterwards.
This went on for a while until one day I had an epiphany. Here I was sitting in class learning about something that really didn't interest me all that much just so I could get home and wrench on cars and bikes. I dropped out of college during my third semester and never looked back. Unfortunately, I think I really disappointed my mother. My father on the other hand seemed to be neutral, he really had no opinion, at least not that he shared with me. When I got a job as an industrial maintenance mechanic and quit my job selling auto parts I really couldn't get a read on my parents whether they were pleased or not. However, I was in love by this point and wanted nothing more than putting school behind me, getting into the workforce, getting married and along with my wife to create a life that we could enjoy together.
As I commenced my industrial maintenance career, I continued to build upon my skillset day after day, month after month and year after year and the whole time I was becoming bitter about life. Bitter because I was doing what I wanted and yet I felt as though I was on a path that I shouldn't be on.
I began racing and building street rods, race cars, sand quads, snowmobiles all of which I thought would make me happy because that is how I was defining "success". The people I was looking up to had all of these things and they seemed to be happy so that must have been the common denominator. Like the old saying "he who has the most toys, wins" and I thought that is what defined success. When I was building our street rod in the early 90's, my dad's health was failing and I could tell he was worried about how long he had remaining. He would come out in the shop and talk with me in the evenings while I was working on cars. I could see the light in his eyes about what I was doing and at times I think he wanted to jump in and help but was a bit frail by now. I knew my parent's loved me but I never knew if they were proud of me. The closest thing I ever got to an inkling was when my dad would come out into the shop and sit with me while I was working on either our street rod or other cars. When I built my shop at our home in the early 90's my dad would come by to help even though he couldn't do much due to his failing health. But he showed up almost nightly and sat and watched me and my brother-in-law build my shop and helped wherever he could. This meant a LOT to me. My dad was not a vocal person and didn't talk much, he taught me more by his actions than words. In his own way him coming to my home and helping build my shop was his approval, I think.
My father ended up having some surgery to overcome a health issue and his health seemed to improve for a few years and while I was racing and building more cars he would come along with me at times to shows and races. My parents even accompanied my wife, son and I on a few out of town car shows where our car was featured in several magazines and showcased at a couple of shows such as Auto Rama and Boise Roadster Show. I knew that my mother thought this was a fad or something that would pass. As I would run into people, friends of my parents, extended family members whom we only saw once a year or so at family reunions, etc. they would ask "oh, are you still playing with cars?" At that point I knew that no one was taking me serious about my career choice and that one day I would grow out of this whole "car" thing. That only fueled my anger but also fueled my desire to be the best at what I did. Come hell or high water I was going to show them. I would prove that this "car" thing was my life and not just a passing fad.
When my father passed away in 2002 it knocked the wind out of my sails and I got to the point where I really didn't give a **** about much of anything. I put the car in storage and didn't even look at it for several years. I was pissed off nearly all the time and wasn't shy about letting people know it. This was NOT the life I had envisioned nor the life that my wife and I dreamed about when we were dating. One day I just had enough of being pissed off all the time. Fear of losing my wife and fear of what I was teaching my son scared me straight. My wife told me one of the reasons that she fell in love with me back in high school was because I knew EXACTLY what I wanted in life and nothing or no one was going to get in my way. She said that I couldn't wait to get out of high school so we could start creating a wonderful life together and not look back. I felt like that light or that pedestal she put me on was fading and I didn't like that feeling of disappointing her or my son.
I started doing a lot of thinking, praying and reading inspirational books but mostly my wife and son gave me purpose and enough reason to snap out it. These behaviors were not easily overcome as they had become part of me. I carried a quote around with me that my wife gave to me and I eventually memorized it and said it often when things were not going my way. It that read "be mindful of your thoughts, thoughts become words. Be mindful of your words as they become actions. Watch your actions as they become habits. Watch your habits as they become character. Watch your character as that becomes your destiny."
Going over that in my head really had an impact on what kind of person I wanted to become and what kind of legacy I would leave behind. I wanted my wife and my son to be proud of me and not to have to answer for my behaviors or say "well that was just my dad". Without sounding too mushy or touchy/feely, as I allowed my heart and soul to be opened to accept these changes I began to see an immediate change in my life and I started letting go of the anger that I had been carrying with me all those years.
There are times I still have flashbacks and revert back to old feelings but I try to quickly force myself to move forward and get past it. Otherwise I think I could easily slip back into old behaviors.
Now that my parents have long passed it seems that my love for them has grown more than when they were alive and I know in my heart that they were proud of me even though they never said it. Love? Yes, I knew they loved me but I never knew if they were proud of me.
Sorry for the long diatribe or sad story but sometimes I think I get a little too much credit for not much of anything. A lot of what has happened over this past month or so has allowed me the time to sit and think about things, which I'm not used to. I'm usually not one to sit around after work as I get home and go straight to work in the shop with little time to actually sit and think or dwell on things. Lately I've had more time to think about my life and how grateful I am for those things that have made me who I am today. I don't think I've been as good of a person as I am made out to be. Am I a better person than I used to be? Yes, I think so. But I am still trying each and every day to be worthy of my wife's and son's love and want nothing more in life than to make them proud of me. I would like to think that my skillset is closely linked to my outlook on life and when I am no longer trying to become a better person then any improvement of my skills will also cease.
I appreciate everyone's thoughts and comments. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share any of what has transpired over the past month or not.
It takes a heck of a man to lay his feelings out in public like you have. I am 69 years old and still remember my mother telling me, after I told her I wanted to become a paint and body man, that I couldn't draw a straight line with a ruler. Anything automotive has always been my hobby. My mother had her own issues and my life continues on with a smile on my face, most of the time.
Mike you're definitely a mentor to many here on this site, not just in technical mastery but also your character.
Misery can make one appreciate things one takes for granted, even family. Humbling, but allowed me to become compassionate for others, maybe for the first time in my life.
As for your Jeep's rear end, as much I as want to suggest a shaved 14 bolt with portal outers, the 44 you have is sufficient for your application and use. ***** to invest time and money in it again just to get back where you were, but at least it didn't fail on the trail and incur a long and painful recovery effort.
As I was reading your story I could t help but think - god gives us tools and it’s up to us to figure out how to use them. I think I general it’s a metaphor but maybe in our case, it’s quite literal.Matt, thank you very much. I greatly appreciate your thoughts and perspective.
Funny you mention about the "why meeee." Not all that long ago I was one of those grumpy guys that seemed to walk around with a chip on his shoulder and was always daring someone to knock it off. I got to the point where I didn't like the person that was staring back at me in the mirror in the mornings and I realized something had to be done. I didn't like the environment I had created for my son and wife and realized that I had to change. I started doing a lot of soul searching, praying and reflecting on things and once I accepted gratitude, humility and empathy into my life things started changing.
I may be getting a bit personal, but here it goes.....
My wife seems to think much of my anger issues stemmed back to something my mother told me when I was in high school. I had finally found something that I enjoyed (spinning wrenches) and wanted to pursue a career as a mechanic. I had been on the high school automotive team for both my junior and my senior years which was not the norm, usually it was just offered to seniors but my automotive teacher asked me to participate during my junior year. After our senior year competitive our team (myself and three of my fellow team members and classmates) were offered the opportunity to go to Phoenix Automotive Institute for a tour of the campus with our parents and the possibility of maybe some scholarship monies. I was ecstatic and couldn't wait to ask my parents. My mother didn't blink and eye and just said "no, my son is not going to be a damn grease monkey." To say I was devastated is an understatement. I found something I was good at and enjoyed and had the rug pulled out from under me.
This is about the time I met my wife and we started dating. I saved up enough money over the summer after graduating high school to start attending the local college in the fall semester. My parents told me that computers were the future and that is what I needed to go in to. So with that in mind I focused on electronics and computers during the mornings at school, went to work selling auto parts in the afternoons after school and then home to my parent's farm where I would work on cars and bikes for extra money in the evenings. My girlfriend (now wife) would come over and be with me while I was in the shop working and then we would be able to hang out afterwards.
This went on for a while until one day I had an epiphany. Here I was sitting in class learning about something that really didn't interest me all that much just so I could get home and wrench on cars and bikes. I dropped out of college during my third semester and never looked back. Unfortunately, I think I really disappointed my mother. My father on the other hand seemed to be neutral, he really had no opinion, at least not that he shared with me. When I got a job as an industrial maintenance mechanic and quit my job selling auto parts I really couldn't get a read on my parents whether they were pleased or not. However, I was in love by this point and wanted nothing more than putting school behind me, getting into the workforce, getting married and along with my wife to create a life that we could enjoy together.
As I commenced my industrial maintenance career, I continued to build upon my skillset day after day, month after month and year after year and the whole time I was becoming bitter about life. Bitter because I was doing what I wanted and yet I felt as though I was on a path that I shouldn't be on.
I began racing and building street rods, race cars, sand quads, snowmobiles all of which I thought would make me happy because that is how I was defining "success". The people I was looking up to had all of these things and they seemed to be happy so that must have been the common denominator. Like the old saying "he who has the most toys, wins" and I thought that is what defined success. When I was building our street rod in the early 90's, my dad's health was failing and I could tell he was worried about how long he had remaining. He would come out in the shop and talk with me in the evenings while I was working on cars. I could see the light in his eyes about what I was doing and at times I think he wanted to jump in and help but was a bit frail by now. I knew my parent's loved me but I never knew if they were proud of me. The closest thing I ever got to an inkling was when my dad would come out into the shop and sit with me while I was working on either our street rod or other cars. When I built my shop at our home in the early 90's my dad would come by to help even though he couldn't do much due to his failing health. But he showed up almost nightly and sat and watched me and my brother-in-law build my shop and helped wherever he could. This meant a LOT to me. My dad was not a vocal person and didn't talk much, he taught me more by his actions than words. In his own way him coming to my home and helping build my shop was his approval, I think.
My father ended up having some surgery to overcome a health issue and his health seemed to improve for a few years and while I was racing and building more cars he would come along with me at times to shows and races. My parents even accompanied my wife, son and I on a few out of town car shows where our car was featured in several magazines and showcased at a couple of shows such as Auto Rama and Boise Roadster Show. I knew that my mother thought this was a fad or something that would pass. As I would run into people, friends of my parents, extended family members whom we only saw once a year or so at family reunions, etc. they would ask "oh, are you still playing with cars?" At that point I knew that no one was taking me serious about my career choice and that one day I would grow out of this whole "car" thing. That only fueled my anger but also fueled my desire to be the best at what I did. Come hell or high water I was going to show them. I would prove that this "car" thing was my life and not just a passing fad.
When my father passed away in 2002 it knocked the wind out of my sails and I got to the point where I really didn't give a **** about much of anything. I put the car in storage and didn't even look at it for several years. I was pissed off nearly all the time and wasn't shy about letting people know it. This was NOT the life I had envisioned nor the life that my wife and I dreamed about when we were dating. One day I just had enough of being pissed off all the time. Fear of losing my wife and fear of what I was teaching my son scared me straight. My wife told me one of the reasons that she fell in love with me back in high school was because I knew EXACTLY what I wanted in life and nothing or no one was going to get in my way. She said that I couldn't wait to get out of high school so we could start creating a wonderful life together and not look back. I felt like that light or that pedestal she put me on was fading and I didn't like that feeling of disappointing her or my son.
I started doing a lot of thinking, praying and reading inspirational books but mostly my wife and son gave me purpose and enough reason to snap out it. These behaviors were not easily overcome as they had become part of me. I carried a quote around with me that my wife gave to me and I eventually memorized it and said it often when things were not going my way. It that read "be mindful of your thoughts, thoughts become words. Be mindful of your words as they become actions. Watch your actions as they become habits. Watch your habits as they become character. Watch your character as that becomes your destiny."
Going over that in my head really had an impact on what kind of person I wanted to become and what kind of legacy I would leave behind. I wanted my wife and my son to be proud of me and not to have to answer for my behaviors or say "well that was just my dad". Without sounding too mushy or touchy/feely, as I allowed my heart and soul to be opened to accept these changes I began to see an immediate change in my life and I started letting go of the anger that I had been carrying with me all those years.
There are times I still have flashbacks and revert back to old feelings but I try to quickly force myself to move forward and get past it. Otherwise I think I could easily slip back into old behaviors.
Now that my parents have long passed it seems that my love for them has grown more than when they were alive and I know in my heart that they were proud of me even though they never said it. Love? Yes, I knew they loved me but I never knew if they were proud of me.
Sorry for the long diatribe or sad story but sometimes I think I get a little too much credit for not much of anything. A lot of what has happened over this past month or so has allowed me the time to sit and think about things, which I'm not used to. I'm usually not one to sit around after work as I get home and go straight to work in the shop with little time to actually sit and think or dwell on things. Lately I've had more time to think about my life and how grateful I am for those things that have made me who I am today. I don't think I've been as good of a person as I am made out to be. Am I a better person than I used to be? Yes, I think so. But I am still trying each and every day to be worthy of my wife's and son's love and want nothing more in life than to make them proud of me. I would like to think that my skillset is closely linked to my outlook on life and when I am no longer trying to become a better person then any improvement of my skills will also cease.
I appreciate everyone's thoughts and comments. I wasn't sure if I wanted to share any of what has transpired over the past month or not.
Dang Mike, no wonder you've been a bit removed - I don't blame you. Looking at that pinion and how deep into the root it broke, how certain are you that maybe you didn't chip a tooth or ? got in between the gear and kapowwed it? I'm sure you've looked but any damage to the pinion bearings?.
As for the fix, I say leave it as is and move one. After all its lasted this long and unless you plan on putting a beating on here should be fine for years and miles to come.
As I was reading your story I could t help but think - god gives us tools and it’s up to us to figure out how to use them. I think I general it’s a metaphor but maybe in our case, it’s quite literal.
Our parents wanted the most for us and our parents generation believed that succeeding was in one of the following categories: doctor (what I thought I should go to school for because my dad was one), an attorney, or an executive. In many cases that perception of success was based on school and/or education and likely the resulting perception of prominence in society and/or income (earning power). I think, to some extent, the spirit of their desires were had good intentions behind them however I suspect they had very different measures If success give the generational differences - simpler ways of thinking from a simpler time.
Amazing people, regardless If background, schooling, and chosen profession end up being (big shocker) amazing. I’ll bet money that you’d be an amazing Software Engineer had you instead chosen door 1 instead of door 2.
As for spouses…we should all aspire to find someone with attributes like your wife. She loves what you do best not what you do. Maybe she digs your ride…a plus.
In my age I’ve learned that maybe we as humans **** big time at communicating just how proud we are if our kids. In one breath, I appreciate my sons skills and talents and in the next, how stupid he’s being in a given moment. I constantly battle with figuring out how to balance wanting the best and approving of where they are. I suspect also we get stuck sometimes in a given role and that may explain how your parents were. I see myself getting stuck as I get older too.
I think what’s important is to make sure you’re pouring anything you’re missing into the next generation. As you do, spend that time with your son in the shop tuning his fab skills. Support his need to sell his Harley. Hug when hugs are needed. Support them when they hit the tough spots. Pay it forward more or less. We’re smart enough to know our parents loved us even though they didn’t em say it but one up them - say it.
As for being a good person - life ain’t easy. We don’t get to call the pitches and we sometimes we get curveballs. Regardless we need to get on base and score runs (sorry for the baseball heavy analogy). We’re also human too and I think it’s very difficult to be perfect throughout all our trials and tribulations. We sometimes have to deal with some very challenging things which sometimes take time. Guess what I’m saying is don’t be too hard on yourself. I have a different sort but it’s not that different. It was a journey and I had to go through some hard spots to become who I am. We are sir, a the sum of our experiences.
All this said, your smarts tell you it’s time to upgrade the rear to a Dynatrac 60. I cans send you some inspirational pics if you need them.![]()

Mike, interesting reading about you and your personal changes and challenges. You are a mentor and role model for others.
May you continue to move to the person you want to be and find contentment in seeing that person in the mirror every day.
I would only add that in our parents generation, an I Love you or I am proud of you, were seldom if ever uttered.
I am another that checks in here almost everyday as I drink my morning coffee.
Always a pleasure to see what you are up to.
Thanks for sharing.
Mike,
Happy to see you are still standing. Life has a way of throwing us all curveballs. It's all a matter of having family to support you and the grit to get through it all. You have both....






sweet. i bought all the parts to regear my truck from 4.10 to 5.13 but havent got around to it yet. some of whats holding me back from tearing into it is ill probly have to use a ring gear spacer in the front and i dont know if the spacer thickness will take away all the ID locating connection between ring gear and carrier. in other words the ring gear would then be completely dependant on the ring bolts for locating to the carrier