Okay, once again, I must give MUCH PROPS to Super Dave, because, well, I'm a friggin 'tard.
Tom and I went up to Bremen to pick up a '68 Camaro for a buddy of ours in Iraq.
We took his truck up there to tow it back.
Well, we tossed some parts in the back of the truck and then Tom was turning the trailer around and the tailgate dropped. 100% completely and totally my fault....I didn't close it all the way.
So anyways, the trailer turns and the jack crushed the tailgate.
Now, this was DJ's truck and I have 3 rules with my toys....1 - You bring it back clean, 2 - You bring it back full of fuel, and 3 - If you break it, you fix it, NOW.
So, I called Dave, at almost 8PM and he was still at the shop. He looked around and just happened to have a tailgate with all the hardware that was already painted and matched the truck.
So, we drove over and 15 minutes after it happened, DJ has a new tailgate.
YOU FRIGGIN ROCK BROTHER!