I went for a set of five 33-inch General Tire Grabber X3s. Once I knew it was road worthy, I cranked up the front torsion bars (the poor man’s lift) and properly lifted the rear with some Dobinsons coil springs.Ī post shared by Nick Jaynes on at 7:30am PDT In my driveway, I installed new axles, wheel bearings, brakes, ball joints, heavy-duty tie rods from an F-150, and finished it off with a fresh pair of AISIN locking hubs. The thing was in good shape, but hadn’t been serviced in any meaningful way in years. I had it trucked to the Wolverine State to build as a bargain overlanding rig. When I was living in Detroit, Michigan a few years back, I bought a second-generation Isuzu Trooper out of Los Angeles for $2,500. Take this tale for what it is, an amalgam of three or four trips.
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I’ve compiled my thoughts from a series of overland adventures over the course of several months. An overlander must air a set of tires up and down a handful of times, bounce them off some rocks, and put some highway underneath them to get a real sense of their wiles.įor this Chronicles, that’s exactly what I did. You have to live with tires a bit to get a feel for them. Tires, though, can’t be easily evaluated in a single weeklong overland excursion. Preambleįor Gear Chronicles, I typically like to take a piece of gear on an extended journey in order to evaluate it. I need to set the scene a bit more - and explain the purpose of my journey. Because of my tires, I was able to overcome the seemingly impassable barriers and explore the secret world beyond.īut it’s too early to wax poetic yet. I felt like I was breaking through whatever coded barrier the design team had created that prevented me from going any further. Sometimes it felt like having a cheat code. Time and time again, the tires found traction and pulled the rig through, unlocking whatever scenic flower-filled field or windswept valley lay ahead. Sure my rig would be unable to summit or overcome whatever obstacle I pointed it at, I gently put my foot into the throttle and gave it a go anyway. This was a scene repeated many times over the last several months.
My buddy, Winslow, stood there and scratched his head.
“Piece of cake!” I boastfully hollered out of my window, looking at my bewildered friend in the side-view mirror. Shortly thereafter, the rear tires took their turn clambering up the backside of the trap. | Nick JaynesĮventually, they too dropped in, as the General Grabber X3s at the front dug into the soft soil and pulled the rig through. No, this isn’t one of the seemingly impassable tank traps.
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