Yeah Joe, the engine jumped up and the cap hit the fire wall. But that wasn't the last of the problems.
Today, about 15 miles north of Decatur on a farm road, a rear tire blew. There is no shoulder on this road. I had to pull onto the grass right-of-way. And the jack is in the suburban. Pretty soon a good ol' boy stopped and looks all through his work truck with stuff scattered everywhere in the bed and tool box and he can't find his jack. He left and pretty quick another good ol' boy in a Lincoln Navigator stopped. His ol' lady was driving and she was nervous as a prostitute in church. But he got the screw jack out and even jacked it up for me. Lucky I was on dirt. The jack wouldn't go high enough to get the spare on so we dug a hole for it. Got 'er done and the ol' boy wouldn't even let me buy him a 6 pack.
I am glad to be home from that trip.
