What did you do with your Grenadier today?

[Tazzieman]

Yesterday - tiny job - I adjusted my aftermarket rear view camera so it can swing up and down with greater sweep as required.
Today I bought my first car magazine since I gave up a chronic classic car (Octane , Classic and Sports car, classic Land Rover etc) magazine buying habit (around the time I reserved the Ineos)
My wife was complaining about the library I had accumulated over many years. "Surely that's enough for the nursing home years". She's probably correct.
And yes they do become a bit repetitive.
Anyway our Aussie mate @GrenX has become a bit famous , so I broke the habit.
SWMBO won't mind , as she loves the Grenadier

 

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Had a little snow in the neighborhood today. Lovely wet, slick Cascade Concrete. The stuff is just slicker than snot.Like a cross between a snow cone and something out of the abominable snowman's soiled nappy. Returning home I stopped on the hill a few hundred yards down from our place. The tracks on the left are from the wife's TJ this morning on her way to work. There'd only been one other vehicle up until I stopped for a picture.

The vehicle had been doing fine in high range with the center diff locked most of the day on the OEM Bridgestones. I jumped back in and dropped into drive. At the first touch of the accelerator the vehicle broke free and immediately began sliding rearward and to the right. Judicious use of the go pedal managed to slow things enough that I came gently to rest just a few car lengths back down the grade and up against the curb. The parking sensors complained a bit as I caught my breath.

So low range and lockers it was. Still, it wasn't pretty. At one point I was literally 90 degrees sideways in exactly the same place as the image. Several wild fishtails later I had some momentum again and made it the rest of the way home.

I warned my better half and she found a semi-plowed street to come up on her way home but, when she turned the corner above us, her unlocked Jeep slid off the crown of the road and into a shallow culvert. I could here her revving the engine and spinning tires from the front porch. I grabbed a shovel and a few flattened cardboard boxes, walked up the hill, and dug her out.