it depends on how you use it, THE 8HA is a tuff bugger and with 24 spliners in it well it'd be damn near indistructable under usual driving loads.
If you go bouncing away at it with the volume turned right the way up to eleven in low first or second and she hops over some rocks while pointing up hill with the rubber down at bugger all psi but enough to prevent rim slip and the tail end grabs a foot full of traction at the same time as the fronts do their impersonation of hot air balloons (always entertaining to watch albeit very short entertainment) then the something is about to have a very very bad hair day..
Im tipping it aint gunna be the front axle, although.... when gravity starts paying attention to the fact that theres a ton odd of landrover thats temporarily decided not to play by the rules and decides to appropriately enforce the regulations its a strong possability I'll get back to that...
So where now the front wheels are waving at the spectators (forgot you needed to do the swivel pin preloads didntcha) and the back wheels are slipping and spinning as they sort of slip and slide into the little dip you were cresting and they grab hold of the rocks and do the seaguls thing claiming mine mine mine mine and grab hold of the rocks (I swear sometimes you can hear them chirping like a pack of fighting birds)
ok so now essentially theres no resistance on the drive line, youve got your foot crushing the louder pedal and the ffood tray is wide open. The little hampsters smell this and go like the clappers in their little cages and start to breath a bit harder trying desperately to get to the food... The magic elf who lives between the hairdriers cocks his ears and they flap in the breeze of the straining rodents so he puts down his tea and crumpets and begins huffing the air at the hampsters to keep them cool so they work harder... as the breeze increases the pixie in charge of the adrenalin kicks in shoots the hampsters full of speed and hey presto what was a nice simple jaunt at 1500 turns a minute is now a mad screaming rush of utter chaos and panic that results in lots and lots of go...
And all that go has to go somewhere so it trys to turn the wheels... that arent touching anything so turn they do and it all gets faster faster always going never knowing......
ITs righ about now that the back wheels get a touch dizzy and grab hold of the planet and moan "make it stop, Im gunna be sick" now when they stop all this wonderfull effort that the hampsters are putting in has to go somewhere... essentially pick a part of your drive line and call it an equals sign. whats on one side must equal whats on the other or the equal sign is going to break....
bye bye rear axle..
Now in all this commotion gravity has decided that the now vertigious front wheels need to be relocated planet side and right now style but theres a problem... remember all that effort that was going to the back wheels the effort that says that the ground under the front wheels should be moving at more or less the same speed as the front wheels are turning... Remeber the broken equals sign? theres all this effort going nowhere through the broken equals sign, but thats ok theres another out let for it on the front.....
care to guess whats going to happen when you stop yeeeha ing around and the lack of accelerative force from the busted back end lets the front come crashing down to get a tyre set full of traction while the little hampsters are still on their adrenaline fueled speed rush.... (assuming the swivel bearings dont decide to go and explore some other part of the axlehousing out of boredem at this point in time)
so keep it simple, dont put such a big fan in front of the hampsters and keep the pixie with the hypo under control and your laughing so long as you keep all the rubber on the road... (or what passes for one)



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