Well HMMMMM... Word in the pits (well it's just lore now) is that your were running moonshine and federal agents actually shot out your front tire. As soon as you realized that it was an ambush and you were pinned down they hauled you off to the pokey. The judge thought you were the one that put his daughter in a bad - let's say "position" and had you railroaded! By the time Fester bud Jenkins claimed to be the real father of the child and the moonshine was really Ozarka bottled water - well, the damage was done. Never even found that truck either. The legend says that it's at the bottom of the quarry lake. Spose it's not true but man it's a great story!WireFryer wrote:With the exception of the fact that the truck at the time had 17 good tires and one blown outside driver, and the fact I sucessfully moved 30+tons of machine and soy meal on it's way to the Purina Plant in Abilene over a 15-ton squeaker bridge to avoid a weigh station.... only to get blooped, scaled, and scoped...
jes my 2 cents
Called Donnell's today and some parts are in but they are way backed up and I gotta wait my turn in line to get that shock done. I'm starting to have nightmares that I won't get to play in the loam!!! This is gonna be a good one boys and girls!
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