Here's mine...So my driveway has been drifted in with 3' drifts for the last couple weeks and I had busted them open with the Dodge, long story short, my wheels were so packed with snow and ice that I couldn't drive it over 40 mph witout shakin me off the road, so I decide to bring it to work which is 45 miles away on I-15 to put it in the shop for a couple hours to melt it off, and I get passed by a volkswagen diesel pickup!!! He was struggling bucking the wind at about 42 mph but he definitely sacked me! I think that has to be my most embarassing moment with my CTD. To make matters worse I had a MHP cop checking me out about 20 min. before that. Thought I was gonna get a ticket for driving to slow! Then to top it all off on my trip home that night I did get stopped by MR. HP for 85mph. He felt sorry when I told him my story about that morning (he wasn't the same cop) that he just gave me a warning for the speed and "faulty mudflaps" I asked if he could explain because I ain't got no mud flaps. He said that was part of the problem, but it was actually lack of fender flairs. I recently put some 305/20's on that have a pretty deep dish so they stick out past the fenders a little. Oh and he also gave me a $285 ticket for no ins. card (which I did have stored safely at home in the file cabinet) I guess I can hopefully get outta that one if I call the judge and maybe fax it in.

 

Well most have to do with Going #2 or trying to go #2

 

Lol, Okay this is going to be a story that looks like it would come from the Cosmopolitan magazine section of "Busted". First off, my boyfriend and I love Cummins and we both have one but we're normally in his '04 quad cab 1 ton long-wheel base sexy-*** truck. We figured we wanted more room to do "it" instead of in the backseat and just the fact that not many people do that in the bed of the truck, made us give it a try as long as we would keep low.

We go to this wanna-be beach at night and people are parked on the otherside of the interstate for the boat launch with their trailers and one truck didn't have a boat trailer, so we go on the otherside of the beach and it was kind of dark where we were at but there was some light a little ways down. So, you know...we do it and then take a break. A few minutes later, we hear something, like a car come close- a cop car. "Oh ****!" My boyfriend was able to put his jeans on before the cop walked over (I've never seen someone put on some tight Wranglers as fast as he did that time!) and I COULD NOT FIND MY CLOTHES because it was too dark in bed of the truck, so I just laid there until the boyfriend threw a towel or something over some of me. The cop asked for our ID's, I finally got my clothes and got dressed, the cop ran our licenses, and the cop yelled at me to "get out of the truck!" and I was just looking for my boots quickly before he said that. The cop said, "yall are under arrest right now."

My boyfriend and I were so scared not knowing what to do now. The cop said there's a curfew on the beach so WE GET A MISDEMEANOR TICKET and while the cop was writing the ticket, the people who didn't have a boat trailer either, drove right by. Supposedly, we can't be out there past 10 or 11 (the sign is all messed up that you can even tell what the numbers are and it's way off the road, which is why we never saw it) unless, you have a boat trailer. Those people in that other truck got lucky! We signed the thing and the cop let us go with our misdemeanor ticket. So, embarrasment, scare, and we still sort of laughed when we walked back to the truck...kind of. Now, we laugh more since we got it fixed and dropped before any fines, court, or jail. My parents still don't know about the whole thing- I've only told my friends.

 

Wow, I'm almost sorry I asked countrygirl you definitely got me beat

 

HAHA Im not even gonna post anything up. Im sure her old man would be proud

 

Hey Shea I hope it doesn't have to do with a Quart of Moonshine and a Goat like Lucas's Story

 

well i gots lots i seem to do dumb things from the brown bottle. IE beer,wiskey
this is what i was told the next day b/c i dont remember most of the night
well i was at a pregame (get drunk before the bar so you dont spend all your money) any ways i got hammered and on the way to the bar, we went in and kept the drinks comming my buddie girlfreind started talking to me (I cant stand her by the way) she was talking about my last break up with this girl that was her freind, and she was madder then two wet hens wouldnt leave me alone just yelling all the time so i was at the bar getting a drink and she was yak yak yaking my ear off. now i dont remember this part or most of the night b/c i was done before the bar, but was told about it the next day that at the bar i just flat out pee'ed all over her pants and new shoes which she wanted me to pay for the next day

then last year on the july 24 we have just in all out party out at the lake 4 days of just partying well it was the first night took the wife with me and we started a little early with the booze well i have a flatbed and i just put a canopy over it to keep the rain off if it does. well she started getting frisky and everyone was up the road a bit with the fire and well we were on the back of the truck going for it and i look upand there was a bunch of people laughing then started to give me highfives im like holy s*$&

 

 

This is not diesel related but its pretty funny. Several years ago, a friend of my buddy Rex traded around and got a mid 70-ish Camaro. The car was a typical heap but had a hot small block in it. The guy lived out in the country and decided to take it out for a spin. He pulled it out in front of his house and floored the ol' Camaro. The car started to fishtail right away but he stayed in the throttle. The Camaro was fishtailing back and forth pretty violently when all of the sudden, the drivers door came open and the guy rolled out onto the road. He said that he thought that he tumbled once or twice and ended up sitting up-right on the left side of the road while he watched the Camaro drive down the road and into his neighbor's pasture. He wasn't hurt except for a skinned elbow and a bruised ego.

 

ROTFLMFAO....you folks down south are crazy