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That was so much fun. None of you would have taken your Rus back where he was. And even if you did... there isn't a Subaru around that would have pulled him out of where he was. MAYBE one of the ones like Deathhatch.. but I doubt it. (If you don't believe me, come on down to Tucson sometime and I'll take you up there.) It took a few hours of cutting a "road" to roll backwards down.. and mearly inches from the car being a total loss off a "cliff" (2 foot drop into a gnarly gulley.) It turned out to be a "bad" fuel pump. Good thing we brought that extra one. Hopefully we'll be wrenching on it tomarrow.. I Owe him a new Y-pipe :grin:

 

Sorry it took so long to get me out there.. Monday was Jessica b-day.. Tuesday was halloween.. couldn't get ahold of him Wednesday... but it's out now!!! :banana:

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Hoorah! :banana:

 

She's back home, somewhat 'worse' for the wear! I hate to say it, but although we took two cameras, we managed to come back without a single picture documenting the precariousness. By the time we got out there, it was dark anyhow, so no picture would have done the precarious nature of the situation justice.

 

Thank-you all for your suggestions and support through this entire precarious ordeal!

 

Oh, and to all you roadweenies :-p ...

 

COME ROMP IT PRECARIOUSLY IN THE TUCSON MOUNTAINS WITH ELI, JESSICA AND I! :headbang:

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will you share a story on your extraction?

Happily! :)

 

It was a calm, beautiful night in the hills outlying Tucson. We took Eli and Jessica's Honda wagon, gingerly navigating it as far into the trail (marker 4436 out Redington Rd., for anyone up to the challenge ;)) as possible. We unloaded our extraction gear (one chain, 10-foot; 1 come-along, 1-ton; 1 fuel pump, pulled from a Loyale; electrical wire; 1 tank of gasoline, 2 gallons; 1 shovel; 1 pick-axe head; 1 hammer (alas, not a BFH); misc. tools; and 2 dogs, 1 Siberian Husky, 1 mutt) and started hikin'. Roughly 3 miles of treacherous terrain later, we reached the beached beast, her windows glowing nobly in the moonlight.

 

It was determined that the come-along would be useless -- if you think it's possible to bury a tire (hell, an avocado) in the desert mountains of Tucson, I've got $50 and a nugget of gold that says you're a damned fool! :-p Thus, the best course of action was to try rolling the car backward down the hill and cutting back toward the road. Cactus carnage commenced -- no barrel or prickly-pear would be spared in the intended path of travel. Next the Loyale's fuel pump was cannibalized by my famished 'ru, hard-wired beneath the hood to the battery. Eli took the wheel while Jessica and I spotted him -- but even in spite of vigilant E-brake application, the 'ru slid and skid off-course, well beyond our designated trajectory. At this point, it looked as though there would not be enough space left to reach the road by continuing backwards before the 'ru would cascade over and down an escarpment of boulders and be dashed by a craggy gulch! How far we'd come!

 

We made the nail-biting decision to go for it. At this point we opted to try creating an anchor for the come-along so that we could keep tension on the 'ru and maybe even drag it laterally some. For this task, we employed the pick-axe head, which we hammered into the ground by turns, flush behind a reasonably-sized rock, which nobody would probably call a boulder. I moored the 'ru to the anchor via the come-along at the passenger's rear tow point: no sooner had me made the line taught than our anchor's seating began to crumble. Meh.

 

Eli cut the wheels hard, inching the 'ru backwards while I kept close watch along the edge. The wheels skirted right along the rim, negotiating crevices and boulders, the whole shebang nearly tipping to the driver's front wheel, but the success was ultimately ours! ...until the car lurched to a halt it could not be jostled from. Closer inspection revealed that we had landed the driver's rear half-shaft upon a big friggin' rock, which some might call a boulder. Woe! Now while I may have given up at this point and gone to find food, we had Eli with us, and once this fellar sets his mind to something, you cannot and will not stop him. To whit: we jacked the car up by the driver's rear tow point using a scissor jack (fortunately, I had two in my 'ru). Eli dug and we jiggled the rock around with the shovel. Then I suggested we remove the tire -- and we did. Eli dug and jiggled some more. Then Jessica suggested we raise the axle by compressing the strut with the other jack -- and we did. More digging and jiggling, Jessica and I 'overseeing' and providing constructive criticism... :-p

 

And out comes the rock! Go Team Venture!

 

Hence, the 'ru backed up on its own power and onto the road. We took inventory of our gear, loaded up, and exuent rescue team, Eli at the wheel in honor of his dedication and heroism. Bash--smash--screech--krunch! A good deal more damage to the rockers later and sounding like a lawnmower after taking a flying leap onto a lone, inconspicuous rock that bashed-in the Y-pipe flange (according to our wheelman and PERPETRATOR! :rolleyes:), we the crew of Shamaru rolled on out of trail 4436 and on to become legends!

 

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that was amazing! nice story... ima put one too k?

 

 

 

i just got paid. its a sunday and my ru has a full tank of high octane gas. and just gave her a tune up that now lets er break em lose on dry pavement with out poppin the clutch. i go by my buddies house and ask him if he wants to hit some mud, and yes he did. we later went to buckley in search of mud and it was nowhere to be found.

 

so we went back to enumclaw. Boom an idea pops into my head.. GREEN WATER! we get to the famous road right off 70 and travel the mountains. the sights were amazing. but when we hit 3 dead ends (in which took hours to get to) we decided to go back to enumclaw once again.

 

I had another idea. The Toyota Pit! so we are on our way, the back way to BD with 3/4 of a tank, we're still good for more exploring. we were crossing the green river bridge by flaming gysier and i cut it hard to the right and went down to the river, i pulled the ebrake and got out.

 

i noticed that i could drive around under the bridge, i know.. not a good idea but hey you only live once. so i did, some dounuts then drove back up to the road and went to the other side, i drove right over the barrier and down the boat launch. from there i guned it turning her sideways and drifting all te way under the bridge and back into where i first enterd. Wow it was a rush, i mean who drifts ina river and under a bridge? so the fun was over and we head to Black Diamond.

 

my buddy bradd wanted to see me really pull off some moves and on the roads i know, we went to this "toyota place". we found a bunch of drunkin dirt bike riders that had wrecked needed help so thats exactly what i gave em. they left and we rally'd into the gravel pit with a "lake" in it. we're flyin 3rd gear and i just got er sideways woo hoo, drift into a huge puddle (about 1 deep and 15' x 15') after splashing all the water out of that i hit the gravel and boooogggg. she dies in the middle of doin some Baaad AWD dounuts, WTF!

 

i looked under the hood and was puzzled. she'd turn over so i was thinkin it was water in the carb? i got back in after 15 minutes of frustration and flip the ignition switch to try n start her again, I dont hear any clicking... Boom! fuel pump. i play with the wires and nothing.... i get mad and punch it. the SOB starts clickin? huh. so im outta there. we go the "easy way" and theres a gate,

 

the ru stalls again! im thinkin the fuel pumps offically dead. i repeated what i did the first time and nothing, i punched it harder and it still said no. so get behind the seat and grab the almighty Hammer. a few gental smacks with that and we're back online. i went the hard way. and got home... :headbang:

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Happily! :)

 

It was a calm, beautiful night in the hills outlying Tucson. We took Eli and Jessica's Honda wagon, gingerly navigating it as far into the trail (marker 4436 out Redington Rd., for anyone up to the challenge ;)) as possible. We unloaded our extraction gear (one chain, 10-foot; 1 come-along, 1-ton; 1 fuel pump, pulled from a Loyale; electrical wire; 1 tank of gasoline, 2 gallons; 1 shovel; 1 pick-axe head; 1 hammer (alas, not a BFH); misc. tools; and 2 dogs, 1 Siberian Husky, 1 mutt) and started hikin'. Roughly 3 miles of treacherous terrain later, we reached the beached beast, her windows glowing nobly in the moonlight.

 

It was determined that the come-along would be useless -- if you think it's possible to bury a tire (hell, an avocado) in the desert mountains of Tucson, I've got $50 and a nugget of gold that says you're a damned fool! :-p Thus, the best course of action was to try rolling the car backward down the hill and cutting back toward the road. Cactus carnage commenced -- no barrel or prickly-pear would be spared in the intended path of travel. Next the Loyale's fuel pump was cannibalized by my famished 'ru, hard-wired beneath the hood to the battery. Eli took the wheel while Jessica and I spotted him -- but even in spite of vigilant E-brake application, the 'ru slid and skid off-course, well beyond our designated trajectory. At this point, it looked as though there would not be enough space left to reach the road by continuing backwards before the 'ru would cascade over and down an escarpment of boulders and be dashed by a craggy gulch! How far we'd come!

 

We made the nail-biting decision to go for it. At this point we opted to try creating an anchor for the come-along so that we could keep tension on the 'ru and maybe even drag it laterally some. For this task, we employed the pick-axe head, which we hammered into the ground by turns, flush behind a reasonably-sized rock, which nobody would probably call a boulder. I moored the 'ru to the anchor via the come-along at the passenger's rear tow point: no sooner had me made the line taught than our anchor's seating began to crumble. Meh.

 

Eli cut the wheels hard, inching the 'ru backwards while I kept close watch along the edge. The wheels skirted right along the rim, negotiating crevices and boulders, the whole shebang nearly tipping to the driver's front wheel, but the success was ultimately ours! ...until the car lurched to a halt it could not be jostled from. Closer inspection revealed that we had landed the driver's rear half-shaft upon a big friggin' rock, which some might call a boulder. Woe! Now while I may have given up at this point and gone to find food, we had Eli with us, and once this fellar sets his mind to something, you cannot and will not stop him. To whit: we jacked the car up by the driver's rear tow point using a scissor jack (fortunately, I had two in my 'ru). Eli dug and we jiggled the rock around with the shovel. Then I suggested we remove the tire -- and we did. Eli dug and jiggled some more. Then Jessica suggested we raise the axle by compressing the strut with the other jack -- and we did. More digging and jiggling, Jessica and I 'overseeing' and providing constructive criticism... :-p

 

And out comes the rock! Go Team Venture!

 

Hence, the 'ru backed up on its own power and onto the road. We took inventory of our gear, loaded up, and exuent rescue team, Eli at the wheel in honor of his dedication and heroism. Bash--smash--screech--krunch! A good deal more damage to the rockers later and sounding like a lawnmower after taking a flying leap onto a lone, inconspicuous rock that bashed-in the Y-pipe flange (according to our wheelman and PERPETRATOR! :rolleyes:), we the crew of Shamaru rolled on out of trail 4436 and on to become legends!

 

:burnout:

that was awsome you didn't think to get any pics did you by chance?
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although we took two cameras, we managed to come back without a single picture documenting the precariousness. By the time we got out there, it was dark anyhow, so no picture would have done the precarious nature of the situation justice.

 

Awesome story!! I love it! So precarious!!! Lol!!! :banana:

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WE DON'T CARRY CAMERAS, WE'RE NOT FLIPPIN TOURISTS....WE'RE OFFROADERS?:headbang:

it could have been made into a poster quoting somthing like"wtf is a wagon doing here?"

your going to say you wouldn't want somthing like that for your wall?

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