Not really a build update, but a story update on the 4runner.
The Infamous Potts Trip of September 18th 2015.
What a cluster fuck is all I can say about this trip... In total, took 19hrs to finish the trip. To this day several of my friends/members of the club hate me and my shit bucket specifically because of this trip.
Not many pics, so Im just gonna paint yall to the best of my abilities a word picture.
It all started as an innocent Potts trip on a weekend, no biggie. I just put fresh CVs from breaking them down at the river and got everything back together the way it should be. Rolled into the Food Lion parking in my usual 3 wheeled fashion a little after 730 after stuffing my fat face with half a dozen Carol Lee donuts. We were all ready to roll out, if memory serves me right, it was Patrick Holleran in his Rubi GayKU, Josh in his WK, and Kevin his Taco and Nathan and Michael riding bitch.
Cool, no problems on the way there, get to the trail head and aired down, everyone makes it through the first downhill obstacle and 2nd actual obstacle. Great! Awesome!
Then came calamity...
Right before the open field, BANG! SHHHH! Michael and I looked at each other with a wtf look on our faces. Got out the shitbox and my driver tire was stuffed all the way into my fender and the control arm was on the ground... The driver ball joint decided to take a fat shit. I was under a bit of time crunch as I had to be back at 2pm for Corps bullshit and it was 1130 at this point, so we ratchet strapped the suspension the control arm back on the ball joint and limped the piece of shit into a flat area under a tree, ran up past washout in Patrick's JK up to the overlook and had lunch and made some calls to a few auto parts stores to get the parts needed. Kevin, Josh, and Michael stayed behind and watched the shitrunner while Nathan, Patrick, and I finished up the trail in his JK and ran back into town to pick up the parts. Got back in town around 130.
While I was doing Corps bullshit, Nathan took his dual sport picked up the ball joint for the 4runner ran up the backside of Potts to my car. Low and behold the auto parts store gave him the wrong ball joint... awesome...
This was about 330-4. Michael, Kevin, and Josh at this point had ran out of food and apparently were "starving" and decided to make a fire...
Meanwhile, after I was done with my weekly buttfuck from the Corps, it was around 4-430. Ran back to my room, got changed, and had to have Sam take me to the parts store to get the right part. Got the part, got some food and water, hopped in his TJ and headed to Potts. By the time we got to the top of washout from the backside, it was 830-9, dark af couldnt see shit. Had food and water in my backpack ready to go, before I even got out the Jeep, Michael, Kevin, and Josh raped my backpack like a pack vicious wolves.
Cool, got the new ball joint in everything was good. It was 1030pm at this point, took the bypass around washout, sweet! Pretty much done, .....aaaaaaannnnnd POP!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuckity tit fuck FUCK!" Michael and I looked at each other again, then Michaell look out the window and all he said was "yep..." At this point it was around 11 and the passenger side ball joint conveniently shit itself too, didnt have spare parts and all the parts stores were closed. It was a fuck it moment, ratchet strapped the front end together, sent a call out to Gilbert and Nick to bring a trailer into the town of New Castle and we'd meet them down there. Finished out the rest of the trail and limped back onto the trailer.
Everyone got home around 2am... Definitely the most memorable Potts trip ever.
To everyone that helped that day: Michael G, Kevin W, Josh A, Nathan A, Patrick H, Sam P, T Gilbert, and Nick B, I couldnt be more thankful to have such an amazing group of friends, I owe yall infinite OTPHJs
