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Oh, this is one that I will never forget...
Morning rush hour in the middle of Chicago - my co-driver (a newbie out of school) was driving and stopped on an entrance ramp...
I look over at him and notice that the stick shift is laying across his feet....
Gadzooks! The bloody stick broke and we are not able to move!
I get on the satellite communications computer that we have in the truck and email dispatch and tell them our transmission is not going to work right now. They call and send a truck - got there in about 20 minutes (traffic backing up like you would Not Believe) - the mechanic threw a screwdriver in the transmission and found 2nd gear (in a car that would be the equivelent of FIRST) and we drove in 2nd gear about one mile to the shop to get the truck fixed...
Man, I have never looked at Chicago ramps the same way since...
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