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| An email I got from a poster on this board a year ago this early spring:
Went for the old binder today.
About what I expected, battery was dead and the shed door was frozen solid to the ground. Get the truck running and the door chipped out after an hour and open finally and I think the worst is over.
Now I head for the heated bodyshop where I can give it a bath.
The 2 speed isn't working and all the cab electrical is dead. The roads are total mush and I'm fighting the wheel while I fart around and try and get the two speed working so I can get into high range.
About then a mouse runs over my leg. No problem, he went down the ripped gear shift boot and out of the cab.
So now I'm farting with the two speed, fighting the wheel to stay on the road and keeping an eye on the floor in case another one decides to run up my pants leg.
About this time I notice something gray on my left.
I turn my head and about three inches away is a raccoon hissing at me.
So, that's when I ran off the road into the ditch.
Heh.
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True story...
