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LYNX AND I WENT DID OUR WEEKEND LONG DRIVE SO WE COULD TRAIN AT GOLD'S GYM. WE HAD A GREAT TRAINING SESSION...SERIOUSLY SMOKED LEGS....ATE WELL...RENTED A HOTEL ROOM...HAD FUN! THE NEXT DAY WE GOT UP AT 6AM....HIT THE GYM AGAIN....WE NEEDED TO GET BACK EARLY SO SHE COULD HELP HER DAD OUT AT THE RANCH....EAR TAG COWS....FEED, ETC...LOTS OF WORK TO BE DONE. WE GET DONE....DON'T EVEN SHOWER...HIT THE ROAD SWEATY.....[I HAD TO SET THE STORY UP A LITTLE]
SO....MEREDITH SAYS...DO WE NEED TO GET DIESEL? I TAKE A QUICK LOOK AT THE GAUGE AND USING MY INCREDIBLE INTELLECT DECIDE THAT ...NO...WE CAN MAKE IT TO THE NEXT TOWN. WELL, WE LIVE ALONG THE MOUNTAIN FRONT...RIGHT UP CLOSE TO THE ROCKIES AND GLACIER PARK AND THE WIND BLOWS LIKE A BASTARD MOST OF THE TIME.....
AH, BUT AGAIN, I AM MAKING EXCUSES! THE WIND MAY HAVE AFFECTED MY GAS MILEAGE....BUT, REGARDLESS....WE RAN OUT OF FUEL ABOUT 1/2 MILE FROM THE TOWN HALF WAY UP THE OVERPASS. NOT COOL.
DID I MENTION WE TRAINED LEGS HARD THE DAY BEFORE? WELL MINE WERE BEGINING TO HURT AT THIS POINT AND THEY FELT LIKE LEAD. WE DECIDE TO ATTEMP TO PUSH THE TRUCK THE REST OF THE WAY UP THE OVERPASS AND LET IT COAST ON DOWN TO THE GAS STATION. I HAVE A 3/4 TON CHEVY DURAMAX DIESEL....IT'S HEAVY. THE WIND IS BLOWING HARD..WE ARE SWEATY.....AND DID I MENTION...THAT I'VE HAD A SINUS INFECTION FOR THE LAST 3 WEEKS....BARELY SLEEP AT NIGHT....RUN DOWN...DIETING....HUGE ASSED HEADACHE. OKAY!
PUSH, PUSH, PUSH....LEGS ON FIRE....IN SHORTS....COLD WIND BLOWING....HEADACHE.....LOTS OF WORK. THE OVERPASS GETS TOO STEEP AND WE CAN'T GET THE TRUCK UP ALL THE WAY. THIS PISSES ME OFF BECAUSE NOW MY MANHOOD IS IN QUESTION. I WAS DOING MY BEST WORLDS STRONGEST MAN SHIT TOO! KEEP LOW...KEEP THE FEET MOVING..YEAH....I KNOW MY SHIT. I HAD THE TECHNIQUE....JUST NOT THE STRENGTH I GUESS. ALSO, SINCE MY SINUSES KEEP FILLING UP I TENDED TO NOT BE ABLE TO BREATH REAL WELL. EVERY 30 SECONDS OR SO I WAS HOCKING UP ABOUT 4 POUNDS OF FLEM....HOWEVER, IN A WIND AIDED SPIT..I WAS ABLE TO CLEAR BOTH LANES AND LAND THIS GREEN MASS IN THE DITCH. REALLY IMPRESSIVE.
DID I MENTION THAT WE WERE IN A HURRY AND MEREDITHS' DAD IS ON OXYGEN, IS 72YEARS OLD AND NEEDS HELP OUT AT THE RANCH? YEAH, I AM FEELING LIKE A HUGE DUMBASS AT THIS POINT. TURNS OUT MY SCREW UP IS NOT ONLY A HASSLE FOR BOTH OF US, PROVES ONCE AND FOR ALL THAT I AM STUPID AS HELL, BUT COULD BE A SAFETY ISSUE FOR HER DAD. BRILLIANT.
DID I ALSO MENTION THAT MY RIGHT LEG IS BEGINNING TO THROB WITH EACH BEAT OF MY HEART? WELL, SOME OF YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THE GLORIOUS BLOOD SPRAYING PICS WE TOOK WHEN I TORE A CHUNK OUT OF MY SHIN DEADLIFTING.....WHAT I HAVEN'T SAID IS ALTHOUGH THAT HEALED....I HAD A BIG LUMP FOR QUITE SOME TIME....THIS NEVER DID QUIT HURTING. WORSE YET....IT HAS NOW TRAVELED UP NEAR MY GROIN....SO IT MUST BE A CLOT. NOT GOOD.
ANYWAY, WE WALK TO THE GAS STATION....IT'S MONTANA...NO ONE ON THE ROAD....BUY A GAS JUG....FILL IT WITH DIESEL....WALK BACK TO THE TRUCK...FILL IT....GET DIESEL ALL OVER MY HANDS....SMELLS GREAT. NOW WE OPEN THE HOOD....ANYONE THAT OWNS ONE OF THESE DIESEL PICKUPS CAN ATTEST TO THE FACT THAT ITS A BIG NO NO TO RUN OUT OF FUEL. WE FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS...FIND THE FUEL PUMP....LOOSEN A SCREW...HAND PUMP THE FILTER UNTIL SOME FUEL LEAKS OUT OF THIS VALVE/ SCREW THING....I TELL MEREDITH TO GO AHEAD AND MAKE SURE THAT SCREW IS TIGHT. WELL, I'VE POSTED ENOUGH PICS OF HER HUGE PIPES....YOU KNOW SHE'S A MUTANT! OUR GAL MEREDITH TIGHTENS IT UNTIL THE SCREW BREAKS OFF. NOW WE'VE GOT FUEL RUNNING ALL OVER HELL.
KEEP IN MIND....WE ARE BOTH NOT DRESSED FOR OUTDOOR ACTIVITY..SWEATY, THEN COLD....IN A HURRY...TIRED....I AM SICK AND PROBABLY HAVE A HUGE BLOOD CLOT IN MY THIGH THAT I AM IGNORING [CAUSE I AM SUCH A BRILLIANT DUDE] AND NOW WE ARE TRULY SCREWED....
WE CALL A RANCH FELLA MEREDITH KNOWS...HE TOWS US IN....FINDS A SCREW/BOLT THAT WILL FIT...CUTS IT TO THE RIGHT SIZE....AND FINALLY WE GET THE TRUCK RUNNING AGAIN! YEAH!!! AT THIS POINT WE'VE EATEN NOTHING.....AT ALL. BOTH WICKEDLY TIRED ....AND MEREDITH HAS TO GO OUT AND WORK ON THE RANCH ONCE WE FINALLY MAKE THE DRIVE HOME.
I AM SO SICK AT THIS POINT THAT I CAN'T EVEN TURN MY HEAD WITHOUT PAIN....I HEAR EVERY HEART BEAT. NASTY SHIT.
SO....WE GET HOME AFTER ALL THAT ....AND MEREDITH HAS TO DRIVE ANOTHER HOUR TO GET TO THE RANCH AND WORK UNTIL DARK.
THIS ALL DUE TO THE FACT THAT I THOUGH WE'D MAKE IT.....DURING ALL THIS....MEREDITH DID NOT COMPLAIN ONCE....NOT ONE CROSS WORD....NO NEGATIVE LOOKS OR REMARKS. [WHICH MADE ME FEEL EVEN WORSE....BUT WAS PROBABLY VITAL FOR HER PERSONAL SAFETY! LOL] I AM VERY LUCKY TO HAVE FOUND SUCH A WONDERFUL WOMAN. STUPIDLY LUCKY......THAT'S ALL I CAN FIGURE.
ANY OF YOU FOLKS HAVE A STORY THAT MATCHES THE PERSONAL STUPIDITY OF THE ONE I JUST POSTED ABOVE? I'LL BET NOT.
SO....MEREDITH SAYS...DO WE NEED TO GET DIESEL? I TAKE A QUICK LOOK AT THE GAUGE AND USING MY INCREDIBLE INTELLECT DECIDE THAT ...NO...WE CAN MAKE IT TO THE NEXT TOWN. WELL, WE LIVE ALONG THE MOUNTAIN FRONT...RIGHT UP CLOSE TO THE ROCKIES AND GLACIER PARK AND THE WIND BLOWS LIKE A BASTARD MOST OF THE TIME.....
AH, BUT AGAIN, I AM MAKING EXCUSES! THE WIND MAY HAVE AFFECTED MY GAS MILEAGE....BUT, REGARDLESS....WE RAN OUT OF FUEL ABOUT 1/2 MILE FROM THE TOWN HALF WAY UP THE OVERPASS. NOT COOL.
DID I MENTION WE TRAINED LEGS HARD THE DAY BEFORE? WELL MINE WERE BEGINING TO HURT AT THIS POINT AND THEY FELT LIKE LEAD. WE DECIDE TO ATTEMP TO PUSH THE TRUCK THE REST OF THE WAY UP THE OVERPASS AND LET IT COAST ON DOWN TO THE GAS STATION. I HAVE A 3/4 TON CHEVY DURAMAX DIESEL....IT'S HEAVY. THE WIND IS BLOWING HARD..WE ARE SWEATY.....AND DID I MENTION...THAT I'VE HAD A SINUS INFECTION FOR THE LAST 3 WEEKS....BARELY SLEEP AT NIGHT....RUN DOWN...DIETING....HUGE ASSED HEADACHE. OKAY!
PUSH, PUSH, PUSH....LEGS ON FIRE....IN SHORTS....COLD WIND BLOWING....HEADACHE.....LOTS OF WORK. THE OVERPASS GETS TOO STEEP AND WE CAN'T GET THE TRUCK UP ALL THE WAY. THIS PISSES ME OFF BECAUSE NOW MY MANHOOD IS IN QUESTION. I WAS DOING MY BEST WORLDS STRONGEST MAN SHIT TOO! KEEP LOW...KEEP THE FEET MOVING..YEAH....I KNOW MY SHIT. I HAD THE TECHNIQUE....JUST NOT THE STRENGTH I GUESS. ALSO, SINCE MY SINUSES KEEP FILLING UP I TENDED TO NOT BE ABLE TO BREATH REAL WELL. EVERY 30 SECONDS OR SO I WAS HOCKING UP ABOUT 4 POUNDS OF FLEM....HOWEVER, IN A WIND AIDED SPIT..I WAS ABLE TO CLEAR BOTH LANES AND LAND THIS GREEN MASS IN THE DITCH. REALLY IMPRESSIVE.
DID I MENTION THAT WE WERE IN A HURRY AND MEREDITHS' DAD IS ON OXYGEN, IS 72YEARS OLD AND NEEDS HELP OUT AT THE RANCH? YEAH, I AM FEELING LIKE A HUGE DUMBASS AT THIS POINT. TURNS OUT MY SCREW UP IS NOT ONLY A HASSLE FOR BOTH OF US, PROVES ONCE AND FOR ALL THAT I AM STUPID AS HELL, BUT COULD BE A SAFETY ISSUE FOR HER DAD. BRILLIANT.
DID I ALSO MENTION THAT MY RIGHT LEG IS BEGINNING TO THROB WITH EACH BEAT OF MY HEART? WELL, SOME OF YOU MIGHT REMEMBER THE GLORIOUS BLOOD SPRAYING PICS WE TOOK WHEN I TORE A CHUNK OUT OF MY SHIN DEADLIFTING.....WHAT I HAVEN'T SAID IS ALTHOUGH THAT HEALED....I HAD A BIG LUMP FOR QUITE SOME TIME....THIS NEVER DID QUIT HURTING. WORSE YET....IT HAS NOW TRAVELED UP NEAR MY GROIN....SO IT MUST BE A CLOT. NOT GOOD.
ANYWAY, WE WALK TO THE GAS STATION....IT'S MONTANA...NO ONE ON THE ROAD....BUY A GAS JUG....FILL IT WITH DIESEL....WALK BACK TO THE TRUCK...FILL IT....GET DIESEL ALL OVER MY HANDS....SMELLS GREAT. NOW WE OPEN THE HOOD....ANYONE THAT OWNS ONE OF THESE DIESEL PICKUPS CAN ATTEST TO THE FACT THAT ITS A BIG NO NO TO RUN OUT OF FUEL. WE FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS...FIND THE FUEL PUMP....LOOSEN A SCREW...HAND PUMP THE FILTER UNTIL SOME FUEL LEAKS OUT OF THIS VALVE/ SCREW THING....I TELL MEREDITH TO GO AHEAD AND MAKE SURE THAT SCREW IS TIGHT. WELL, I'VE POSTED ENOUGH PICS OF HER HUGE PIPES....YOU KNOW SHE'S A MUTANT! OUR GAL MEREDITH TIGHTENS IT UNTIL THE SCREW BREAKS OFF. NOW WE'VE GOT FUEL RUNNING ALL OVER HELL.
KEEP IN MIND....WE ARE BOTH NOT DRESSED FOR OUTDOOR ACTIVITY..SWEATY, THEN COLD....IN A HURRY...TIRED....I AM SICK AND PROBABLY HAVE A HUGE BLOOD CLOT IN MY THIGH THAT I AM IGNORING [CAUSE I AM SUCH A BRILLIANT DUDE] AND NOW WE ARE TRULY SCREWED....
WE CALL A RANCH FELLA MEREDITH KNOWS...HE TOWS US IN....FINDS A SCREW/BOLT THAT WILL FIT...CUTS IT TO THE RIGHT SIZE....AND FINALLY WE GET THE TRUCK RUNNING AGAIN! YEAH!!! AT THIS POINT WE'VE EATEN NOTHING.....AT ALL. BOTH WICKEDLY TIRED ....AND MEREDITH HAS TO GO OUT AND WORK ON THE RANCH ONCE WE FINALLY MAKE THE DRIVE HOME.
I AM SO SICK AT THIS POINT THAT I CAN'T EVEN TURN MY HEAD WITHOUT PAIN....I HEAR EVERY HEART BEAT. NASTY SHIT.
SO....WE GET HOME AFTER ALL THAT ....AND MEREDITH HAS TO DRIVE ANOTHER HOUR TO GET TO THE RANCH AND WORK UNTIL DARK.
THIS ALL DUE TO THE FACT THAT I THOUGH WE'D MAKE IT.....DURING ALL THIS....MEREDITH DID NOT COMPLAIN ONCE....NOT ONE CROSS WORD....NO NEGATIVE LOOKS OR REMARKS. [WHICH MADE ME FEEL EVEN WORSE....BUT WAS PROBABLY VITAL FOR HER PERSONAL SAFETY! LOL] I AM VERY LUCKY TO HAVE FOUND SUCH A WONDERFUL WOMAN. STUPIDLY LUCKY......THAT'S ALL I CAN FIGURE.
ANY OF YOU FOLKS HAVE A STORY THAT MATCHES THE PERSONAL STUPIDITY OF THE ONE I JUST POSTED ABOVE? I'LL BET NOT.
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