In anticipation of the tow North to The vintage Trailer Jam in Saratoga Springs New York, I thought it wise to pack the bearings. I have never done it, because I just hooked on and pulled when I bought Anna. I bare balled her home with no brakes to stop us and no friction bars to keep us from swaying, back and forth, back and forth. So facing a seven and a half hour tow each way, I just thought it prudent.
Well, blood was drawn in the process. I managed to smash my finger between the spindle and the hub. Blood poured from between the nail and cuticle like water from a fountain. Some how I was relieved by this, for blood always proceeds great success. It has been a lesson I have learned countless times. I use the example of both of my daughters births as prime examples. I just always find things go smoother after blood is shed.
I have spared all of you from bearing repacking 101. There are countless examples of how to on the internet. It is actually very easy and very mundane, especially in the blazing hot sun. The only pointer I want to share is; If you plan to reuse your rear seals, make sure you gently pop them out. They bend and deform very easily. Anyway, ready to roll. We leave Thursday to go to Rob Baker's house for our first ever courtesy parking.