Showered, fed and a cold one in hand. What a fiasco. So glad this happened here verse some long trip to Utah or something like that. Also happy I launched out of Boulder. Echo is one heck of a lot longer haul.
Anyways... Pulled into Boulder this morning at 5:30am got out and was woooa. I could see the mess on the rim from the truck in the "semi" dark. Grabbed a flashlight to look at it and what a mess. ZERO bearings. Just a couple races. The tire/hub was just being held on by a hand tightened nut and a cotter key.
Didn't ponder too long. What am I going to do at this time of the day. Better make the most of it and go fishing for a couple hours [blush] (The wife was not so thrilled with me and that decision...)
So I launched the boat. Madi tripped hard walking the dock with the ropes to the boat when that 200 degree or so hub/spindle hit the water. Scared her half to death with it hissing and steaming up. Yelling stop, stop, stop. I just said I know and kept on backing up.
So fished till 10 or so and called it (seperate post on fishing eventually). Put everything away and back at the ramp and out of the water by 11. By now I had called the wife and told her what happened, called BPS and several other places thinking I might need a hub and had done lots of pondering on the situation (like checking out a few youtube vids since I had never replaced bearings on a trailer before). Steph (my wife) was at least now in the loop and knew more than likely a call was to come to bring this and that to me at the lake eventually.
Initially I thought about just leaving the boat at the dock and working on the trailer empty but if I start tearing stuff apart and if I found no way to fix it I would of been screwed. So I pulled the boat up the ramp and all the way towards the oooooold parking lot next to Northshore road grinding all the way. Figured more room, flatter and easy for the wife to find me since I can see the main road from there. I started looking at it and I was fairly semi foggy on even wear to begin (not looking forward to it...). I knew I had a mess... Pulled the cotter key and main nut and just pulled everything off in one shot. Figured I could take the tire off the hub later on. Once off and wiped down I could see some damage to sprindle. Makes sense seeing as how there was zero bearings. Everything was rubbing/grinding. It couldn't of been that way too many miles. I'd think if too long everything would of been red glow in the dark hot and I would of just burnt the spindle off.
I put a list together in my head and called the wife. Talked her around the garage for hammer, punches, grease gun, rags, cleaners, etc. Got of the phone and then noticed the inner race was on there solid. Called back quickly and caught her just as she was opening the garage door. Had her go back in for a large set of adjustable pliars and a pipe wrench. Only thing I thought might work. The air compressor and a cut off wheel came to mind... W/o electricity not happening but thought about how nice that would of been.
It took her an hour to get out there. She has never been to the lake. So that was fun enough direction wise. Goooood call on the pipe wrench. I was able to get enough grip to spin the inner race and eventually work it off. One issue down. About this time is the first time I looked at the under side of the spindle. UGGGG. Where the outer race seats is all chewed up and folded over from the grinding. Glad she just grabbed the whole pile of punches. There was several chisel punches in the box. So used one of those to start to reshape the area folded over and "chisel" off the metal folded over the edge/area the outer race has to seat up against. Then I needed a file to semi fine tune... Lucky I had a good old Leatherman in the boat. The only file on me. (Yes, the girls did bring up the topic of a nail file... Not the right file. lol) With that cleaned up now to getting the races punched out of the hub. Another fun one but not bad. They came out easier than I thought they would. Back in was another story... I took the tire off the hub for this and started on the rear race. After watching me beat on it for some time the wife asked about the hub kit I mentioned earlier that I didn't have. So called BPS and the only hub they had in stock is the spare tire carrier that doubles as a complete spare hub. 80 some odd bucks. Soo off the wife goes to BPS. About the time she got there (BPS/~40 minute drive) I had managed to get that race seated. The front race just fell in (going to have to replace the hub for sure). Also I had the hub back on the trailer spindle, greased up and the tire on. (I figured I had a 50/50 chance of making the 40 mile drive home in the NW end of town.) I was just picking up the pile of tools everywhere and starting to clean up. We decided we can always return what she bought if not needed and she went in and got it. I told her to hit the casino for a bit and that I would call once on the road since if my "duck tape" repair job failed north bound for Lake Mead BLVD by Nellis she would have to come to me with the new hub from a different direction from the way she left.
I hit the road and pulled over every 5 miles or so initially. About all I could do is touch the hub and see if it is hot. Not much else I could do other than jack the trailer up and see if there is any wobble/grinding/etc...
Home by 5pm. Zero issues. So +/- 5 hours of screwing with it, waiting for the wife to get there, staring at it... No cussing. Only a few new cuts and no smashed fingers.
All I care about... It is in the garage. Worry about it later on.
I might have to replace the entire axle. The spindles appear to be welded on. At least what I think the little amount of time I spent looking at that specifically. Something to investigate on later on. I might be able to clean it up now home with the proper tools. TBD.
The box of stuff the wife brought... Between these, the "basic" tools in the truck and the tools in the boat I got it done. (There will be a whole different loadout of tools in the bed of the truck from here on... after this fiasco) So happy the wife was home and willing...
Redneck bearing buddy to get me home.
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