On my way out to Las Vegas for Interbike, the murder-mobile blew a wheel bearing. The good part–we were 200 feet from the entrance to Arches National Park, it was sunset, and the valley we were stuck in was beautiful. The bad part–Moab, UT isn’t known for it’s late-night services.
We quickly realized that Moab is also insanely busy in September, and of the twenty-some motels we called, all of them were booked. We finally found one that just had a cancellation, got some food, and woke up early to make a trip to a parts store to fix the van.
It turned out that not only did the cage holding the rollers break, but the loose rollers warped the inner race and welded it to the spindle. After seven more trips into the store for a file, chisel, and 8-lb sledge hammer, I finally gave up, bought and angle grinder, and went to work.
Two hours later, we were back on the road and took a pit stop in Arches.
It took a day longer than expected, but we got to Vegas safe and sound.