Haha, what a night! Everytime I've launched my boat I've used the parking brake on the ramp. Well last night as I was putting the boat in the water I set the brake. When I went to park my truck and tailer the brake would not release. The pedal came back up but the truck wouldn't move. I messed with it for a second and just ended up powering through it in 4 wheel low.

Well when I came back to load I still couldn't get it unstuck so I ended up cutting the cable going to the driver side drum. I had to wait for my cousin to bring the cutters though. Boat sat at the ramp for an hour. Luckily it's not busy on Monday nights so nobody was waiting.

Anybody else have any worst time breakdown stories?

 

The short version, not in a Ram but in my '78 Jeep Cherokee:

Company transferred me to the SF Bay area temporarily, planned to go from there to Denver to open a new office. The company founder/semi-retired president came out of retirement and started undoing many things, and I got down-sized out of my job. Decided WTF, I'm going to Colorado rather than stay in a place I never wanted to live... dumped most of my savings into a travel trailer, loaded up the family and off we went.

With no home and no job on either end of the journey, only UI for income, and just enough money on hand to make the trip and hang out in a campground waiting for the next UI check (and of course looking for a job), we only made it as far as Wendover on the NV/UT border when the flex plate cracked. There was no way to baby it along with a big travel trailer on the back... guess I shouldn't have given the beast the reins going over Donner Pass.

I fixed it up in the KOA campground, on the crusher-run gravel, with strong winds the whole time blowing dirt everywhere. It cost enough of what we had to make finishing the trip impossibly stupid -- couldn't very well get there flat broke, so we diverted to a family member's house in Nevada to await the next unenjoyment check... which got fouled up, took ten extra days to arrive, and while it was stalled the first heavy storms of winter blew in. It took us two days to cross Wyoming due to icy roads, high winds, and poor visibility, and we got stuck in Laramie waiting four days for the storm to blow over.

Right after we crossed the Colorado line a grinding noise arose from the rear end. Luckily it was just a u-joint.

A month later I had the best job I've ever had when working for wages, but that first afternoon in Wendover I knew the true meaning of desperation.

 

Wow, that's quite the story man. Glad everything turned out ok!