So, I understand the reasoning as to why everyone hate's the D35 and calls it a ticking time bomb. I have also already decided that my next project is going to be upgraded my axles.
HOWEVER, I do find it funny that, aside from my engine, my 35 has outlived literally every other component in my drivetrain, and i've been running 33's since I bought the thing. But I digress!
As the title says, I'd like to hear your personal horror stories with this supposedly cruddy axle, since so far my personal judgement isn't all that negative :-D
Being stuck on a back road waiting for a tow. I was running stock tires and going about 45 when it blew. A couple years later my buddy broke his spider gear coming back from playing in the mud. We had to wait on a tow truck for that one too.
I don't have pics of mine but the mechanic said everything fell out when they pulled the diff cover. I didn't know about jeepforum at the time and had it rebuilt, luckily i never had a problem with it after but I have an 8.8 now.
My transmission mount went bad a few months ago in my 99tj.
It took 2 or 3 days back and forth to work for me to figure out where my vibes were coming.
On the third day pinion bearing got ate on the way to work, hobbled in at 25, right below threshold for really bad vibes.
RIng and Pinion are fine though so I guess it's not really a Dana 35 horror story as much as a missed diagnosis/user error.
Now I can't find a 3.07 posting her on the classifieds soon.
The first time was with 33's in Gilmer, Texas. Passenger side axle shaft broke at the splines. Winched up the rest of the hill and onto a trailer. Replaced with spare shafts at the staging area. Second, and last time, St. Francisville, La. 10 teeth off of R&P, bent axle tube, bent spring, and broken shock mount. Back on a trailer, replaced with a Dana 44 from a Comanchee after that one.
1995 YJ on 33s with 4.10s. Snapped the passenger side shaft inside the pumpkin on dry asphalt. Didn't realize what had happened until the shaft walked out of the housing and deposited me on the ground and threw a 50 pound tire with a sharp spear on the end spinning off into the distance. Told the tow company 3 times I needed a flatbed and they still sent a rear hoisting wrecker. I said "great you're here! Now please call me a flatbed since they'll actually listen to you." Replaced it with a Ford 8.8. Never worried again.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?