A few years ago, I was helping lead a group trip along the Continental Divide when one of the participants badly sliced a tire on his Tacoma on a back road in Wyoming. My wife and I were riding tail gunner.
As we pulled up, the driver had already chocked the wheels, retrieved the factory scissors jack and had placed it under the rear axle. But he was failing completely in his efforts to raise the axle and tire, straining mightily, but futilely, on the crank handle.
Why? Because mounted on the back of the Tacoma was a four-wheeled camper—which, in turn, was loaded with water, food and supplies for a two-week trip.
We stopped, I got out my 4-ton hydraulic bottle jack, and we effortlessly lifted the truck and…