I was on a 4-wheel campout this weekend. I got real sick and had to be taken home /forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif (I'm better now - thanks) but all of my camp gear and my truck had to be brought back by my friends after they drove me home (I was so sick I couldn't drive /forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif - and NO - it wasn't a hangover either /forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif). Anyway - out of habit - my driver put the parking brake on after going up the last hill out of the site. No matter what they did, it wouldn't release. They played with the cable and beat on the brake drum, all to no avail. After about two hours of phone calls with roaming charges, static and dropped signals, they ended up having my truck towed to a local garage (camp site is an hour from home out in the sticks /forums/images/graemlins/crazy.gif ). Now I'm at the mercy of some backwater bubba, middle of nowhere auto repair shop messing with my truck!! /forums/images/graemlins/angryfire.gif It would've cost me a fortune to have it towed home. The guys bringin it back for me put in over eight hours trying to get me, my truck and all my stuff back home safely. I owe them a steak dinner and more than a few beers!! I'm fortunate to have friends like that!! /forums/images/graemlins/thumb.gif This weekend really started out crappy.