Since Capman2K was raggin' on his American vehicle, I figured I'd tell about what happened to me today. I wake up this AM, and drive my '01 Chevy Duramax dually to work. Before I leave EVERY DAY, I walk around it and inspect it for any kind of flaws. This morning was no different. I walked around it, kicked all six tires, then fired that sweet turbocharged diesel beast up. The straight-piped rumble was pleasing as always. When I leave the parking lot, I turn the radio down so the turbo can "Whistle Dixie" for me. I arrive at work, shut the torque monster off, and race around to the exhaust pipe so I can hear the whirlygig finish singing it's song to me. I step inside the shop and proceed to be aggravated by cheap pieces of junk that I seemingly fix every other day. Stupidity is what keeps me employed, and Ryobi, Troy-bilt, Bolens......in business. Lunch rolls around, and I go out to my truck. From the instance I round the front of the truck on my way to the captain's chair, I sense something is wrong. The outer tire on the rear axle is listing terribly. It's curvature isn't quite what I've come to expect from a tire that has 60lbs. of air in it. So I walk over and kick it a swift kick in the walls (HAHA!) It gives me a resounding "flump" and wobbles on it's mount. "Hmm.....flat." So I hop in and drive it 1/8th of a mile down the road to the tire shop. Benefits of having a flat on a dually in this situation. Be jealous. Now, I've worked in a tire shop before, and my offroad experience tells me that when a tire is flat, the air got out somehow. The owner and I inspect this tire all over and can find no objects anywhere, nor any sign of a highway scuffle. We air it up to 60-70 psi and listen for leaks....nothing. We use his soapy water spray.....nothing. She's holding air! We decide that I'll keep an eye on it, and if it goes flat, we'll dismount it and take a deeper look. He walks inside and I get back in the truck, adament on filling my belly now. I insert the key and give it a turn. All the lights and indicators that WERE functioning are now sitting at rock bottom. Nothing happens. I turn the key off, praying that this truck is too smart for it's own good, and that on this next chance to regain my faith, it will start. Not gonna happen. I pop the hood, and begin checking cables. Great! Positive cable on driver's side battery is loose, so I grab a wrench and remove it, removing the corrosion, and reattaching. One last chance to restore my faith - it comes to life! I head back to the shop, and shut it down. Upon doing so, Chester, a friend of the boss, comes up to me and tells me that I have a light out. I ask which one. He says it's, and I quote, "One of those son's-a-bitches that burn during the day." Fantabulous! Now I have to buy a $5 bulb. This truck is five years old, and it has NEVER had a DRL bulb replaced. I figured it was one of the better trucks Chevy built. This truck is just getting back at me for all the years my father neglected it. Earlier in the year, it was batteries (AC Delcos SUCK!), then tires, then a surging engine (problem still exists), then transmission acting up (dad never serviced tranny, new external filter fixed that), and now these minor setbacks today. These kinds of petty things make me such a wonderful person to be around. If it was one BIG problem, I'd be fine, but these little nagging things grate on my nerves. Rant over.