Thank God we were there with cell phones and friends. In no time flat, Kreg had the truck up on a jack, and together we duct-taped and tie-strapped the broken spindle to the upper control arm so that I could drive backward out of the trail and back to the highway. Kreg even tried to round up a local tow truck to save us. Gary had a better plan and whipped out the trusty AAA card.
Less than 20 minutes later, a flatbed tow truck showed up, retrieved the Tundra, and gave us a 130-mile ride back to Camburg Engineering in Huntington Beach, California. Although none of the aftermarket suspension parts that my truck was equipped with had failed, I hoped that the crew at Camburg could help. In just a few days, Camburg had located a used set of spindles, repaired the damage, and had my truck back on the road with zero hassle. The guys even revalved the front coilovers to help the truck soak up the whoops better.
As I write this, I'm five minutes away from leaving the office in search of a new jumping spot and another photo shoot appointment with the red Tundra. With any luck, I'll get the pictures taken, have some fun in my truck, and make it back home without the need of a tow truck. Until next month, enjoy this issue of OR, keep an eye out for big holes, and be prepared for the unexpected. You never know what's waiting around the next corner to take a bite out of your truck.