Right after my newly renovated diesel pickup pops out of first gear, rolls down a hill, and sinks 20ft in a cowshit pond in a pasture i was bushhogging- "Well now's a better time than never start smoking weed again..."
I remember after I managed to get the Caterpillar 963 on the 45 degree angle without sliding and getting my truck out of the water I smoked 2 grams of jack herrer or however you spell it and drank a third of a pint of everclear. All of a sudden, it seemed like every fire department in the area swarmed the road as a buddy of mine and I were securing my truck to the lo-boy. Some important guy in a white suburban knew I was fucked up and asked if anyone was hurt, and if it had happened cause I was intoxicated. I said this shit wouldn't have happened in the first place if i had been fucked up all day. If my buddy's dad knew the Caterpillar was on a 45 angle pulling my truck from the dark shitty deep he would have been explode.
I got sick from the everclear plus the fumes of really old gear oil and DOT transmission fluid. Dad comes outside shitting a brick, just as I had gotten the water out of the motor and put some clean oil in and gave her a sniff of good 'ol diethyl ether. As the 6cyl cummins roared back to life, he stood there and asked how I got it running so quickly and I replied "Well I guess today was just a good day to start smoking again"
Cummins diesel engines have not only proven themselves to be reliable in equipment and trucks, but now submersible vehicles.
Two days later I was greeted with two flat rear tires on my tractor...
