6:00 am; start the truck to start my day. ( oh sh*t belt sander !) Bail out of the truck (never closing driver door)to retrieve the almost forgotten belt sander. ten paces towards the garage my trusty gut tells me that something is awry!!:blink: ...looking over my shoulder, (note to self) ** gut is ALWAYS right**. looking back over my shoulder i see proof that i indeed failed to re-engage my parking brake before exiting the ole' rig. instantly i begin to do the math and being a carpenter by trade, i humbly consider myself pretty good at math. Equation= ( can i get inside the moving truck and stop it before it rolls downhill through the fence into the neighbors new pickup?) Mind you this equation is compounded exponentially by the fact that the driver side door is still open, and i love a good challenge!:thumbsup:.
Flash forward .5 seconds as i'm witnessing the open door now making full contact with a very nearby pepper tree; the math is done!( NO Chance!!) but wait!!!, now factoring in the pepper tree, i now had a whole new equation to work out

arty: . My newly remodeled truck after contact w/said tree seems was no longer headed for the neighbors rig:thumbup:. instead of its' original B-line, the truck was now making a nice arc towards the main road!

perfect no?? the truck then clips an 1 1/2" pvc pipe just before it tacos its ass end on a large palm tree. ...Well ...at least it stopped,:clap: yes??. So now my broke ass truck is getting rained on ( with door twisted open) by the newly busted pipe... good times

!! now please don't blame this long winded story on me, rather blame it on that little black cloud that follows me every where i go!! ya see' i'd only been in this newly aquired house for two (count em' two) weeks and therefore had no idea where on this 3 acres the main shutoff was located. Yaaa boy!! Now i'm not sure how many actual yards i coverd while doing wind sprints looking for that effin' main, but i can tell you thatwhen i finally found it, i was very winded. and i can also tell you , the last thing i needed was to open the vault to find it back filled to the RIM with dirt by our friend MR. Gopher. I'm kidding right?? he## no!!! ....didn't go to work that day, bought another truck (used) the next. Still laugh about that one