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When have you admitted failure and called a tow truck?

grumpy356

grumpy356

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Not really talking about "my transmission went out and I called a tow", but fucking around and getting stuck or what have you.

I've been stuck.. I mean stuck-stuck, and the only time I ever actually couldn't recover it and had to call a tow truck was on a beach one night. The seaweed was in, and it was BAD. The county or state had been clearing beach access, but they were pushing it up into what effectively became berms running parallel to the water . It created basically 2 lanes of beach traffic with a seaweed median.

I thought I could cross the seaweed in my 2 wheel drive truck and I could not. But I got way into the berm, so it wasn't a "I'll just get unstuck" scenario, because it was 10 yards in either direction to get on real dirt.

Now add to the scenario Mosquitoes that could stand flat footed and fuck an ostrich.

It was late at night. I was stuck like chuck, I was with my family, and we were losing blood by the pint to these teradictals identifying as mosquitos.. oh.. and it stunk. I had to admit defeat and call a tow truck.
(still disappointed in myself a bit)

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I called a tow truck for a flat tire 300yrds away from my shop.:homer:

That was the day I learned that there is a lock in the bumper that keeps you from lowering the spare. And if that lock is seized you are fucked:flipoff:

That is also the day I learned that the fucking lock is just held on by an Eclip on the inside of the bumper
 
Just a high school kid with a samurai, but I drove out to my first rock bouncing event. I had patched 2 tires for some people I'd never meet before and they happened to be Ryan Anderson's pit crew. Fantastic people. I was just on 31s and lockers, but thought I was cool. My dumbass split the transfer case trying to do stupid stuff. You can see the sami at the 2.28 mark, I'll let you guess where/when/why I broke it. :homer:

Hey dad, could you come pick me up 5 hours away? :laughing:



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bad zuki said:
Just a high school kid with a samurai, but I drove out to my first rock bouncing event. I had patched 2 tires for some people I'd never meet before and they happened to be Ryan Anderson's pit crew. Fantastic people. I was just on 31s and lockers, but thought I was cool. My dumbass split the transfer case trying to do stupid stuff. You can see the sami at the 2.28 mark, I'll let you guess where/when/why I broke it. :homer:

Hey dad, could you come pick me up 5 hours away? :laughing:



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i blew a front diff on my zuk, in to many pieces on a hill a lot like that. with a 100 drunks all whooping it up at the bottom.
 
Never. Only called them when trans went out in Nashville TN decades ago and a couple crashes I was in - not my fault.

I d off roaded most of my life but we always figured our way out by ourselves.
 
I was on the Marina Ca. beach one night by myself in my CJ5 and broke a front ball joint. Called a bunch of people and my friend Toby came out to help, as I'm winching myself to the top of the hill while anchored to his rig, I busted a rear axle on the same side. Ended up calling a wrecker, took him and 2 other rigs all end to end, to get me 1 mile to the gate. Then the wrecker towed me home and dropped me in the driveway. 450.00, I was happy/not happy.
They are required to call the cops when making recovery's out there, thankfully it took us 2 hrs to get out and the cop left before we got out.
 
Walked out 6 miles from sliding off a snow berm that was way harder than I thought it would be.
Called a tow service and found out it would cost about as much as I paid for the truck to get it out.
Hiked back in with a couple of cheap come alongs and slowly winched it back up myself. One slip and it would have been down the mountain.
Wish I wasn’t a broke dick college kid at the time because that was a long weekend and my last good opportunity at spring bear hunting that year.
 
Once in High school. Hopelessly stuck and dumb, couldn't get about 18 inches to pavement. Eventually tore enough shit up and ended up buried in the bottom of the creek right next to my buddy's shop. No inches at the time and nobody had anything that could get a good angle on it without pulling it over into the creek. Rollback had to use the grapples and a pully block to get it out and on dry pavement
 
Broke the idler arm on my 87 4Runner in the middle of the night about 50 miles from home. I threw in the towel on that one and paid for a tow.

When I worked as a tow operator, I would tow my own junk everywhere, just because it was easy and the boss let me do it.

Aside from that, I think I've always been able to nurse myself home, to a friend/relative, or to a parts store. I nursed that same 4Runner to my uncle's place in Tampa when it spun a rod bearing on I-75, then tow-dollied it home a couple weeks later. I turned up the idle on a 350 when the accelerator cable broke in order to go 45 mph to get to a new cable. Various work arounds for failing mechanical fuel pumps and carburetion issues over the years.

Oh, yeah... towed my 73 Chevy to a tire shop in 1996 when I blew the spare in Wisconsin after blowing a tire in Chicago and putting the spare on. Once I had a similar size tire on the left front (not the same, but similar), I continued on through the overnight to get to MN.
 
Steve300xcw said:
I called a tow truck for a flat tire 300yrds away from my shop.:homer:

That was the day I learned that there is a lock in the bumper that keeps you from lowering the spare. And if that lock is seized you are fucked:flipoff:

That is also the day I learned that the fucking lock is just held on by an Eclip on the inside of the bumper
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I take all of those out when I sell trucks. Just for that reason.
 
xr-nut said:
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I take all of those out when I sell trucks. Just for that reason.
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I had no idea the rig even had it.

Sat in the stupid truck for quite a while before I broke down and made the call. That was a hard phone call to make:laughing:
 
2009 Ford Escape, was my daily at the time. Took my now wife on one of our first dates to go photograph some moose up in a semi remote part of Montana. It was all snowed in fire roads, only 2ft or so of snow on the roads themselves, the burrow pits on the edge of the roads are full though, making a nice smooth surface. I was turning around and right as I thought "I should probably do a 3 point....fuck" I dropped the thing into the pit. No recovery gear, no chains, no shovel, no charging cables for phones, no boots or serious cold weather gear. I had to hike for a couple miles in 0-5° in tennis shoes to get service to call for a tow. All the time thinking about what a fucking moron I was. Probably one of the most irresponsible things I've done in my adult life.
 
I have never had any of my vehicles on an actual tow truck. Car trailer towed by be or people I know, but never a tow truck.

Even when my daughter totalled my truck, she drove it 2 miles home (police were on scene)
 
My project ranger locked the engine up on me not 5 minutes from where I bought it, and about 50 miles from home. I had AAA so they got a call. Only time I've ever had a vehicle towed.
 
When I drove the fail gear tacoma every other trip...
 

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Never admit failure.

Pro tow #1 . Wife's van had a serpentine belt get inside the timing cover and take out the timing belt. We had just pulled away from the dealership that put the serpentine belt on. They towed it back and told me there was no way the serpentine belt could get in there and accepted no responsibility. I told them not to touch it and I'll have it towed to someone qualified to do the work since they clearly were not. Second shop fixed it, took pictures, and billed the dealership. :lmao:

Pro tow #2. Route 81, 120 miles from home, had a catastrophic wheel bearing failure in the 98 Dodge while we were pulling the boat home from Canada. Sheriff called the tows. One for the boat and a rollback for the truck.


tow avoidance. . . I had the transmission go out of my 73 C10 when I was like 18. Only reverse worked. I reversed eleven miles back to home at about 10pm. Super handy to have other drivers high beam you when you're going full out in reverse. South in the southbound lane.
 
No tow but pretty close.

Beach driving in FL, all of a sudden no more cars and we got it all to ourselves.
Found out why in a minute. Soft sand full of shells became real bad. All 4 tires dug into sand, frame on sand.
Tide was coming in quick. Only a matter of time before truck goes to ocean and I call rental company.

But I ended up jacking up each tire, one by one, and stuffing random shit under it like sticks, boards, wood, whatever I could find.
Got back in, punch the gas and got it out. Close call.

I don't think a tow truck would have gotten to me before the ocean.
 
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