Some days are just better than others. Unfortunately, yesterday was not one of those better days. I knew going in it was going to be a battle. It reminds me of that Sam Elliot line in The Big Lebowski. Sometimes you eat the bear...and sometimes, well, he eats you.
I tried to tackle removing the ball joints. I don't have my vice set up yet so that was strike one. Secondly, I didn't have a clamp big enough. Thirdly, I don't own a ball joint removal kit. Fourthly, I started out in the wrong direction
And lastly with my keen shop skills I used two 4x4s, three stacked impact sockets and my 3lb love (sledge). Behold:
Worked like a champ however it did take longer than I had hoped. Next up was these bastards.
These were by far the worst axle joints I've faced. Froze up something fierce. At this point, I was getting the idea I needed to go. Nothing good was going to come of this day. I beat the shit out of one set and got them apart but that's where I stopped.
Next purchase is a press. HF has a sale going on in two days. I'm going to swing by and pick one up. The hell with beating and cussing these things apart. Plus, I'll need it to tackle the rear bearings.