@Ron since this thread turned into nothing maybe you should share this interesting story... I'm intrigued
ECORS FINALE at Windrock UPDATE
That will get you the basics.
Now let me expand a bit.
Rob and I were at Windrock setting up for the 2011 season finale. We headed into Oak Ridge for a warm meal and some diesel fuel one night. We had brought "plenty" of liquid refreshments from home and we were only on day 2 of the trip. We were staying in one of the windrock cabins and the 2 nights before we had sat around a camp fire drank beer and thrown the empties in the bed of the truck.
On the way back that night Rob was insistent that we needed more ice. There is a "twice the ice" machine on the side of the road there between oak ridge and oliver springs. We stopped and filled up the cooler with ice. As we went to pull out here was a dude sitting in the out driveway doing something. (Probably meth, lol) for a long time. SO we decided to cut through the grass and onto the road. Not a great decision, but it was dry and shouldn't hurt anything. The invisible ditch was deep and essentially grass covered mud. When the front tire hit the diff was instantly in mud. The back tires were in wet grass and there was nothing to hook a winch up to (well maybe the ice machine but we knew better)
Tweaker Duder in car bolted when he saw us get stuck. We decide to jack the truck up with the factory jack and stick some firewood under it and drive out. No dice, the jack sinks. A piece of fire wood under the jack sinks. Soon we have Rob the mud monster and a clear case that we aint getting out without some help. Did I mention that Rob is drunk. He is (in the word's of Jimmy Buffet) - God's Own Drunk. So I decide to call a tow truck and he says he will be there in 20 minutes.
We wait.
Johnny law shows up first.
We explain the situation.
Things are going well. Rob is being very friendly. I assure the LEO I was driving. At one point the LEO tells him to get back in the truck for his own safety. Rob explains his OSHA safety certifications. The officer laughs. Things are going well.
We wait on the tow truck. The officer walks over and leans on the back of my truck. He sees somewhere north of 100 empty beer cans (crushed) floating around the back of the truck.
Officer says before he can let us go I need to pass a field sobriety test, just to be safe.
We do the normal, pen, one leg, finger touches, ABCs
Things are going well.
...now this road has no white line. The officer says he wants me to walk an imaginary white line. I crack a joke. 'Its probably a bad idea for my imaginary line to be "S" shaped I suppose'
Officer is suddenly not amused.
But I walk the line.
Things are going well.
Rob is back out of the truck.
The officer assumes Rob and I are brothers. Rob cant find his drivers license. Or his wallet. (Which is now under the truckc in the mud slop)
The tow truck shows up. It pulls us exactly 1 truck length. The bill is $75. All I have are 2-20s and a $100. The tow truck doesnt accept plastic and doesnt have any change. The officer suggests I over pay the man. I comply. We go back to camp. Muddy, a little pissed and now I DEFINITELY NEED A BEER. Rob agrees he needs a beer, too.
We jump up in the bed of the truck open the cooler and learn that we had just bought $15 worth of ice to fill a 100 gallon cooler and paid a $100 tow bill all to cool down ONE FINAL beer.
I drank the beer. Rob was a sad panda.
We contemplated a ride back to town for more beer. We decided against it.
Fin.