Go get a cold one guys, I gotta story to tell ya. I can't tell you locations or names or someone would be in a LOT of trouble.
My wife was going to an auction this weekend on the east side of the state, we live on the west side so it's a 5 hour drive. Auction was her grandparents estate. Her friend was going with her. So, on Friday afternoon her friend was going to drive our F-150 into the city where my wife works(about 1 hour east)and they were going to leave from there after my wife got off work. I looked over the 150 on Thursday and all was fine.
Friday afternoon I'm felling 4 standing dead 2 to 4 years Red Oaks in my north pasture when my phone rings. My friend, husband of the woman driving the 150 says " My ol lady is on the interstate with your pickup and she blew a tire". I'm thinking "Man code" and reply "I can't turn Budweiser into urine until I get back home and I'm 15 minutes from home, I'm driving a tractor". He says "No, really, she is east of XX mile marker and has a flat on your truck". Me "Really?" Him "Yeah." Me, "OK, I'll get home, throw some tools in my 250 and head up there." Him "I'm already drinking beer so I gotta go slow but I'll head up there."
I get home as fast as a C-IH 5250 Maxxim will take me and load a jack and some tools and a road cone in the F-250.
I'm on the state highway headed for the interstate at a cool 95 MPH when I meet a gray Dodge Charger, you know, the ones the Highway Patrol drives. SHEET! I'M BUSTED! Cell phone rings. Me "Hello". Patrolman "Bob, slow it down or I'll have to write you up. 75 I'll let you do but, 95, I gotta do something." Me "Tom,(not his real name) apparently you don't know where I'm going." Patrolman (Tom) "I don't care where you're going, 95 is to fast." Me "Tom, your mother is somewhere east of mile marker XX with a blown tire on my wife's 150." Tom "SHEET, I saw that 150 there, I was westbound going home, I didn't know it was Mom." Me "Yeah, It's your Mom in my wife's 150." Tom "Take 20 MPH off it, I'll catch you, and escort you."
By the time he passed me I was on the interstate at about 85 MPH when this Charger passes me, blue, red and yellow lights a blazin. Let me tell you guys, those Highway Patrol Chargers can HAUL AZZ.
Now, I've got the V-10 chipped, and it's the good chip, but I found out that with 4:30 gears in the rear end, 124 MPH is all it will do.
We go about 5 or 6 miles past MM XX and I'm thinking "Where the heck is she at". Going around a curve I see the brake lights of the Charger come on and I got to get into all kinds of brakes, the kind when you smell them. Tom pulls onto the shoulder and stops, I gotta go by him and pull in between his car and my 150 to stop. I'm thinking this ain't gonna take to long. WRONG
Spare is down from it's original hiding place for the first time in 5 years, lug nuts are off, floor jack has the 150 lifted, what can go wrong now? Well folks, aluminum and steel just don't mix well. We got some major corrision here. That wheel don't want to be removed. By this time my friend shows up (Tom's dad) and he has a 32 ounce hammer. We beat that hub like a red headed step child for a good 10 minutes before that aluminum gave up it's hold on that ever loving hub. We get the spare on, pick up the tools and the road cone, and send her on her way.
All us guys head on up the interstate to the next exit. We exit and head for the quick stop store for a refill of beverages. Of course Tom follows us to the store. Tom follows me and his dad into the store. We buy Budweiser, him light, me regular. Tom gets a sandwich. We leave the store, people looking at us like "How can you guys do that with a Highway Patrolman behind you?" We head out of this little town on the backroads and about 7 miles out of town, while sipping a Bud, the lights are a blazin. I pull onto a gravel road and stop. Tom walks up to my truck, smiles at me and says "Stop by my place on your way home, Dad is going to."
We sat in a highway patrolmans garage and drank until those 2 20 packs were gone and I got a ride home in a highway patrolman's car and didn't get BUSTED.
Saturday, I got the Oak split and stacked and it's sitting in the sun and wind for the next 2 years waiting to be put in the woodshed to be burned in the winter of 13-14.
My wife and her friend got home today about 4 pm. Everything turned out OK.
