I don't have any of my own (yet), so to kick it off, here's one from a buddy who is a goat farmer:
100F, on a Sunday in rural Missouri hauling 50 pregnant goats, 1991 F250 goes into limp mode. "Just disconnect the battery terminals and reset the ECU."
After the 4th time doing that, the transmission finally gives up the ghost. Stuck in 2nd, they drive it into the nearest town, and miraculously find someone who fixes it.
Pulling out of town, one of the trailer axles breaks, they chain the 2 halves up and do a u-turn. A guy who knows a guy who works on axles, takes pity on the goats and they are back on the road Monday morning. Made it back with all 50 goats.
Also, during the trip they parked uphill, and snapped the shifter rod getting it out of Park...
100F, on a Sunday in rural Missouri hauling 50 pregnant goats, 1991 F250 goes into limp mode. "Just disconnect the battery terminals and reset the ECU."
After the 4th time doing that, the transmission finally gives up the ghost. Stuck in 2nd, they drive it into the nearest town, and miraculously find someone who fixes it.
Pulling out of town, one of the trailer axles breaks, they chain the 2 halves up and do a u-turn. A guy who knows a guy who works on axles, takes pity on the goats and they are back on the road Monday morning. Made it back with all 50 goats.
Also, during the trip they parked uphill, and snapped the shifter rod getting it out of Park...