Well,I can't say it was unexpected. We had a great time out 4 wheelin' by Rocky Mountain House here in Alberta. All kinds of terrain, water crossings, rocks, hills, straddling deep washouts, and muskeg. The Last mudpit of muskeg did Mr T in. We had been riding trails for hours and were deep in the woods when Mr T started making a fuss. A ticking. It was at about this point that we decided to turn back, mostly a coincidence. That and over the next hill the trail faded away. It was more like we decided to turn back, as it was getting late in the day, and the trail faded away over next hill THEN unstuck from the muskeg, Mr T started ticking. Savy?
We had planned on wheeling for a good part of Sunday, but now that the ticking had started, getting home was top priority. As I drove the few hundred kilometers back to Edmonton, the ticking got less intermittant and more obvious. So loud, in fact, that anyone outside their vehicle turned to see what the racket was as I drove by. Even a guy on his horse, off the side of the busy highway was startled by the sound.
I have had this type of an experience before...a few years ago with a 1985 S15 Jimmy. I drove it for two weeks with a very loud ticking before it reached catastrophic failure using a connecting rod as a battering ram with the side of the engine block.
I remembered the sound vividly as it re-occured 15 minutes South of Edmonton by a small manufacturing community known as Nisku. "KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-CLUNK-TA-CLUNK-POP-CUD!" The horrible noise ended, but unlike before I knew it didn't fix itself. I quickly popped it into neutral and coasted off the highway on the exit ramp into Nisku.
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