Smokin'

Had a "fun" little adventure with my Black Beast on Tuesday. Manny and I had just dropped cows off at the local auction yard, and I hopped out of the truck to use the restroom when I noticed smoke. At first, I thought the auction yard was cooking something for lunch which I thought, "Wow guys, it's only like 7:30 a.m., and you're already cooking lunch? Industrious."

Upon further inspection, I realized that smoke was coming from underneath my truck. Hoping to evade catching the whole dang place on fire, I shut the engine off, used the restroom, and met up with Manny outside to assess the situation. We decided to turn the truck on again to see if maybe it was a figment of my imagination. 

Wrong.

It just ended up smoking even more, and it concerned me greatly that it was coming from the spare diesel tank. 

After some calls, my Momma and Texas came to our rescue. Meaning, Texas came to pick Manny and I up to take us back to the ranch, while my Momma waited for a long while for a tow truck to come pick up my baby.

Of course, when the Mechanic turned the truck on at the shop, it didn't smoke at all. Isn't that how it always works? When something is wrong with your vehicle, it always runs perfect when you are paying for it to be in the shop. Dang Fords.

All they could find and fix was indeed a leak in the line for the spare fuel tank. Cross your fingers for me that I won't be smokin' on the road next week!