Once home the whole rig was inspected. Amazing to see your craftsmanship survive Hammers. I was in awe discovering abrasions in the most unlikely places or surfaces. Too many pictures of the inspection and said abrasions.
The number one priority was to get the shocks sorted out and continue to finish project details and better prepare the rig. However during the inspection I discovered the motor mounts were severely damaged. Inherently poor design that caved in under the stress of race conditions and poorly tuned shocks. Anyways the point of the long story is this discovery led down a rabbit hole of unexpected proportions.
The task of redesigning the mounts would require removal of the whole drivetrain so that all the bushings could be filled with dummies to establish a static load during fabrication. A decision was made that the OE floor had to go. I wanted greater serviceability and weight reduction. As time went on many ideas and things I didn’t like about the project festered. I had to cure the cancer.
It was a frustrating mind battle. I didn’t want to miss another race, trail event or season of wheeling but I couldn’t live with the many items that bothered me. Once the cab was cut free the cage became one humongous eye sore. Poor aesthetics and dead nodes everywhere. I was aware of all this but hidden in a tin can you ignore them. I wanted to fix the cage. Nope. I wanted to narrow the cab. Nope. I couldn’t figure out how to attach the skeleton cab to the existing cage. There were too many problems and the sum of the equations weren’t adding up.
Few random grindage pictures. I made huge changes in the bump stops. Arguable whether or not they should be messed with. Easy enough to revert. My opinion is they were valved worse than a brick. Last picture is the garbage stack of washers from that one guy who couldn’t tuna fish.