What a Trip Mammoth Rip: October ‘24

Friday evening:

After the scenic lake, we took a winding, flowy road up to 10250ft to watch the sun set over the Minarets(beautiful craggy peaks).
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Since we headed home after sunset, we decided that counted as our first-ever night ride! Fuck, we’re old…

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We headed back, ate bbq’d tri tip, and enjoyed another awesome bonfire whilst laughing our asses off making jokes about Patrik’s cougar girlfriend. I had a fucking headache from laughing. It was glorious.
 
Saturday, October 12, ‘24

@the bodj & Mrs Bodj showed up in the wee hours of the morning after all of us were asleep.
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Other morning arrivals were James in the Class 11 Bug, Taylor in the TC/Deaver Taco, and Randy in the newer, more overlanderish setup TC/Deaver Taco.
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We did 0.69 miles of dirt before @the bodj performed a door hinge delete on the Bodjnoma. I donated some hardware from my stash.

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Next stop was bald mountain fire lookout. We were treated to expansive views and a super cool well-stocked old cabin.
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Both JennaAntennas enjoying the viewIMG_9606.jpeg
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Terrain was ever-changing and incredibly beautiful.
Sage covered hillsides
Tall conifers
Rocky cliffs
Aspen groves with the beginnings of fall colors
Technical rocky sections, water crossings
Expansive meadows
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We descended from the high country and enjoyed more curvy roads carved directly into the sagebrush on our way to this awesomeness:IMG_9682.jpegIMG_9685.jpegIMG_9686.jpegIMG_9690.jpegIMG_9691.jpegIMG_9693.jpegIMG_9694.jpegIMG_9697.jpeg

Everything reminds me of herIMG_9709.jpegIMG_9710.jpegIMG_9712.jpegIMG_9689.jpegIMG_9713.jpegIMG_9707.jpeg

Another night ride?
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We jumped our trucks like 0.69 feet in the air on the beach as seen in earlier posts, and then the bodjnoma decided it didn’t want to party anymore. We fucked around with it for awhile, couldn’t get it going, so Brad and Dusty towed it like 10 miles back into mammoth proper.

Editor’s note: when shit doesn’t work on your truck, before fucking with anything else, always check fuses first.

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Towing fuckery caused a brake line delete. No big deal, I carry spare -3AN braided lines like every self respecting dezert-goer should… it sure was nice troubleshooting and fixing trucks in Dusty’s shop instead of the windy cold roadside.

New brake line with an ample strain relief loop:
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relieved Kevin:IMG_9730.jpeg

Interesting facts: We established that my weight is 1.89 bodjes, and that one of my thighs = 1.0 bodj waist

If you aren’t familiar with the bodj unit of measurement from the DR days, that’s a bummer. Shits fucking hilarious.



Anything but the fucking metric system
 
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Awesome stories and pics guys.

Thanks for sharing it all.

What’s the deal with the mud/sand columns? Pretty wild.
 
Fuckin a that looks like a good damn blast. I’m kicking my self in the ass for it making it work. Instead I got to deal with a truck that had all sorts of issues headed to Barstow, blow two trailer tires, tracker deleted a rear brake line and body mount (those were quickly remedied and I proceeded to beat the fuck out of it), race car performed a shock delete, tire delete, 4wd delete and steering rack delete during race day and of course it all happened right before and after I jumped behind the wheel and then flounder around Barstow looking for a goose hitch ball on Sunday. Oh and I got the Barstow HIV on my skin. Some fucking bacteria skin eating mother fucker that tried to eat my nose off and forearm.
 
Fuckin a that looks like a good damn blast. I’m kicking my self in the ass for it making it work. Instead I got to deal with a truck that had all sorts of issues headed to Barstow, blow two trailer tires, tracker deleted a rear brake line and body mount (those were quickly remedied and I proceeded to beat the fuck out of it), race car performed a shock delete, tire delete, 4wd delete and steering rack delete during race day and of course it all happened right before and after I jumped behind the wheel and then flounder around Barstow looking for a goose hitch ball on Sunday. Oh and I got the Barstow HIV on my skin. Some fucking bacteria skin eating mother fucker that tried to eat my nose off and forearm.

Sounds suspiciously like syphilis
 
Sunday, October 13, 2024

Everyone packed up, sincerely and graciously thanked Dusty and Fianna for their planning and hospitality, and hit the road fairly early. Jeff and I left last, cruised out of mammoth and down to Bishop to refuel. We bitched about how the Turboyota wags ass in and out of the semi truck ruts on the 395. Bias ply tires kinda suck on the highway.

Arrived in Bishop.

We elected to pay $1 more per gallon of gas at the chevron instead of waiting in line at the tribal gas station. Plus, there were a bunch of fucking overlanders there and I didn’t want to talk to them about their stage 69 upper arm kit and how it’s basically the same as my truck…

“who’s kit is that?”

“What stage is your front end?”

“Is that from Icon Vehicle Dynamics?”

“Does your truck have lockers?

“Wait, it’s not four wheel drive??”

“What kind of light bars are those?”



We hopped on the dirt at reward mine rd / manzanar, came fucking DANGER close to getting killed by an asshole in a first gen 4Runner driving on the wrong side of the road in a toy hauler’s dust, and enjoyed 15 miles of dirt south past Lone Pine. Next dirt was Inyokern to Randsburg. At the intersection of power line and EP21, @FatJeff and I jumped out to evacuate the LaCroixs consumed, and when we started up the hill, the turbo wasn’t turboing.

North of Lone Pine:
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South of Inyokern… Ridgecrest~ish
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FUCK.



I drove the half-powered NONTurboyota back to the 395, and we checked all the boost hoses and the blowoff valve for leaks. Nothing. Couldn’t find any leaks or disconnected hoses. I couldn’t hear the turbo spinning.

Not sure what @FatJeff is trying to communicate in this picture…

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FUCKIT.



We drove on pavement through Johannesburg/Randsburg and jumped back in the dirt shortly thereafter. Not having boost is super lame, but we made the best of it and cruised dirt all the way to Kramer Junction. Just before we got to Kramer, a Kia SUV passed on the 395 and flipped us off—presumably because I had been dusting out the 395 for the past 25 miles. Jeff and I laughed our fucking asses off and tried to catch them so I could continue to piss them off, but to no avail… try as I might, no boost meant I couldn’t catch an uninsured, unmaintained, unregistered, financed SUV. Sigh.

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Took dirt all the way thru adelanto and into Phelan, then more dirt to skip slow traffic in the Cajon Pass.



Total Sunday commute dirt miles: 100



When I got home, i checked to make sure oil was still flowing to the turbo, and then I yanked the turbo. Sure enough, turbine wheels don’t spin anymore. Lots of rust colored shit in the exhaust and on the plugs. @84projectFORD says the red color is indicative of octane booster.

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Dropped that shit off at PT Turbos in SanBerdoo for an $850 cartridge tuneup, nooooo biiiiig deeeeaaallllll.
 
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Jeff

Ryan

Brad

Dusty

Kevin

Taylor

Randy

James

Patrik

Are these names:

A. “Home” owners association members at the local trailer park

B. Members of an investment planning, 401K/403b performance, and financial outlook group

C. Friend group forged through shit talking on an obscure offroad website

D. Starting lineup of a Midwest beer league softball team

E. Random list of white trash names
 
Jeff

Ryan

Brad

Dusty

Kevin

Taylor

Randy

James

Patrik

Are these names:

A. “Home” owners association members at the local trailer park

B. Members of an investment planning, 401K/403b performance, and financial outlook group

C. Friend group forged through shit talking on an obscure offroad website

D. Starting lineup of a Midwest beer league softball team

E. Random list of white trash names

F. Names on an FBI watchlist
 
Jeff

Ryan

Brad

Dusty

Kevin

Taylor

Randy

James

Patrik

Are these names:

A. “Home” owners association members at the local trailer park

B. Members of an investment planning, 401K/403b performance, and financial outlook group

C. Friend group forged through shit talking on an obscure offroad website

D. Starting lineup of a Midwest beer league softball team

E. Random list of white trash names
Z. Boy band
 
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