I will let Jeep pay for this one. Happens again and I'm swapping everything at that point.After my second pair of Fox wearing out I switched to Falcon 3.3s. Best decision I’ve made so far.

My used 2023 came with one screw lost. The inner screw between the filter and fan shroud. I was ordering a part anyway, so I did the "add to cart" for the screw. I think it was 3 bucks. A lot for one simple screw, but.... Amazon had a bunch for a lot cheaper, but they looked like standard full length screws, not shouldered as much as factory. I went factory. If I can find what site I ordered it on, I'll update.Scared to ask about the price of those screws myself. I’m missing 1 too. Maybe I can find someone around me to go halfsies.![]()
Thats where I lost my first one. It's not even needed IMO.My used 2023 came with one screw lost. The inner screw between the filter and fan shroud. I was ordering a part anyway, so I did the "add to cart" for the screw. I think it was 3 bucks. A lot for one simple screw, but.... Amazon had a bunch for a lot cheaper, but they looked like standard full length screws, not shouldered as much as factory. I went factory. If I can find what site I ordered it on, I'll update.
When I replaced it, I did an old trick. I poked the tip of the screw through some electrical tape, stuck the tape to the screwdriver shaft, turned the screw in a couple turns, then gave a tug. Screw stays in place, tape breaks free, pull tape off the screw driver and finish up.Thats where I lost my first one. It's not even needed IMO.
Sounds like something my Dad would have said. After a steady string of full and half curse words when he lost one. Unless Mom was around then they’d be under his breath.My Dad once said, "All screw and nuts in a vehicle have one desire. They want to go home. If you let them out of your sight, they WILL disappear and go back home. No one knows where that home is because we never found them."
My Dad also. He was born and raised in Brooklyn. Joined the Marine Corps in 1948 at age 18. Was a pro at throwing around hyphenated curse words, almost poetic at times in his creativity. Sometimes we had no clue what he was saying, but we assumed it was a cuss word by the shaking of his legs and volume and the speed of a tossed wrench from under the car in which he was working. Typically followed with a sheepish ask from underneath the car, "Hey kid. Do your Dad a favor and go find that wrench I just threw because I'm an idiot ? Thanks kid.".Sounds like something my Dad would have said. After a steady string of full and half curse words when he lost one. Unless Mom was around then they’d be under his breath.
Really nice rig. Where in FL? Just moved to Melbourne.Installed Barnes front axle truss.![]()
Thanks. I’m in the Orlando area.Really nice rig. Where in FL? Just moved to Melbourne.
My dad never cussed. When he retired. He bought the old house next to him and torn it down. He wanted a garage. So he ask me and my brother on how big it should be. We both say 30 x30 with 8ft doors at a minimum. He has to built to 30ft across the front and 25ft depth with a 7ft doors. After it's finished. Me, my brother and dad are standing inside looking at it. Dad does a 360 around. Then says.........."it's too "fucking" small"........Me and my brother just look at each other and bust out laughing, and saying we told you so........That's the first and last time I heard my dad cuss.My Dad also. He was born and raised in Brooklyn. Joined the Marine Corps in 1948 at age 18. Was a pro at throwing around hyphenated curse words, almost poetic at times in his creativity. Sometimes we had no clue what he was saying, but we assumed it was a cuss word by the shaking of his legs and volume and the speed of a tossed wrench from under the car in which he was working. Typically followed with a sheepish ask from underneath the car, "Hey kid. Do your Dad a favor and go find that wrench I just threw because I'm an idiot ? Thanks kid.".
One time I had to run around to the front of the house because he threw a rather large wrench...and hit his own ankle. I was cracking up. When I calmed down enough to go back into the back yard, my Dad was sitting at the picnic table with what I assumed was a bag of frozen peas on his ankle. Lucky Strike hanging from pursed lips.
I ran back to the front yard before he saw me.
You know when you were a kid in church and your friend whispers something funny and no matter how hard you try, you can't help but laugh ? It actually caused pain trying to hold that giggle in ?
That was me on our front porch.
I miss ya, Dad.
Where did you get this battery box?Installing box and battery for auxiliary power. I can switch aux loads to this battery, lights and ham radio.![]()
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