By jacking up the bad side and taking all weight off the remaining wheel, the suspension floated back to it’s equillibrium state. Then, I was able to slip a piece of 2 X 4 into the gap and strap it in. Upon lowering the wheel, I was gratified to see the leaf springs locked into position, affording me 3 – 4 inches of clearance. Whew!
So finally, after 3 days of mucking around with this bad wheel, I was able to set out on the last leg of this 1/2 mile odyssey. With Cristina pulling up the rear red lights a-flashing, I slowly headed down the highway, doing nothing to disturb this uneasy peace I had won with Sparta. There were a couple of very tight turns going onto the new property, but I had determined in advance my approach angles and was confident I would clear them – even with Sparta now listing to one side.
There was, however, one important angle that I had failed to take into account – the degree of slope that awaited me once I cleared the trees. As I emerged onto the clearing and slowly made my way up the hill, I suddenly came to a grinding halt. The Tundra was stopped cold and no amount of gas was budging her. Getting out to investigate I found Sparta ass deep in tunnel-muck, helplessly run aground and aluminum body trim now peeling away like crepe paper. Now what?