Coming clean....
Alright, here's what happened:
I had just gotten my speedboat out of the shop and decided to run it on Saturday afternoon. If everything checked out, my girlfriend was going to meet me at the Rankin Landing and go for a booze cruise.
I picked up das boot and pulled into the parking lot. I got the boat loaded up with, get this, only 3 beers, because I didn't think I'd be out for over an hour. First mistake.
I backed the boat down the ramp, which was noticeably steep (45 degrees). The boat slid off and I pulled the brake on, put it in 1st and cut the engine. I jumped out to go tie the boat up at the pier so that I could pull the trailer out.
Well, there was a good bit of slime on the ramp (you see where this mutherflocker is going now).
I just about reached the boat when I heard this very nice redneck say "oh ****, mayn!" My cruiser was, with rear wheels locked, sliding into the drink. I hauled balls back down the pier, Dukes of Hazzarded across the hood and into the cockpit, which, at this point, was filling fast. I managed to mash the brakes, which locked the front tires and stopped it. Well, stopped, but for a second. The truck slipped again and water was now over my center console and bottom of my steering wheel. The rear of the truck was under. I yelled for the cromagnon on the pier, who was just standing there with his pack of australopithecus buddies, to come down and help me. One of them yelled "what's wrong?" I swear to God that if I hadn't left my Walther at the house that I'd have dropped his ass right there, and I mean that.
Anyway, I got one of them to lock my hubs- I figured that my carb intake and maybe ignition was still above water enough to give it a crank. He locked the hubs, and I turned the key. The bitch fired up! I managed to throw it in 4-low (didn't want to go in 4-hi at that angle) and I punched it. She jerked like a girlfriend does when you call her someone else's name and trucked back up the ramp. Note: I had so much water in there that I really thought the glass in the back was going to burst. I got to the top of the ramp and she wore out, which was fine by me. I literally opened the door and water gushed out. I opened the tailgate and got knocked down by the water back there, not to mention my toolbox that was floating like a barrel on the Niagara. It managed to float over the rear seat and into the back...
Well, I called my girl and told her that the mission had been aborted and that the shuttle had made a short/soft field landing but had been recovered. I politely asked her to bring my pistol and a 12-pack out to me and she didn't give me any lip whatsoever, which was cool. I made the decision not to shoot into the flock of mullets but I did drink the 12 beers.
Bottom line- I knew no water had gotten into the block but my fuel system was compromised. The fellow at Stoddard told me that it was probably electrical and he didn't have the means to fix it. I wanted to get it straight quickly so I had Gray-Daniels pick it up. (I guess we don't get a discount there on labor?) Anyway, water had gotten into the fuel tank (no gas cap) and I just had them flush the tranny and rear diff. The damage came to $645, which at first pissed me off but it is what it is, and I have my truck back. I could have waited 2 more days and possibly flocked up my electronics or worse. Better news is that everything is fine electrically. I did hose out the interior yesterday and wetvac it. She is drying out today.
Lessons learned:
-The Corps of Engineers and PRVWS people are as bad as people have said at designing and maintaining boat ramps.
-I'd have gotten a lot more help at the ramp if I had been driving a Ford without Colorado tags
-The Toyota didn't need their flocking help anyway- a Ford would have been totalled in this situation. I am sure that Ford puts their computer right above the rear axle- the planned obsolescence thing...
-If I had headshot one of the mullet-sporting cromagnons, I'd have gone to the Rankin county jail where his brothers, sisters and cousins all live and work- and I'd have to hear about it for a few weeks until I could bribe my way back into Jackson. No offense to anyone who lives in Pearl or Brandon- hell, I work here, but some of the natives here intimidate me with their mulletude and high-mileage lifestyle.
-In a bad situation such as this, a cold beer offered by a good-looking woman is therapeutic.
-Gray-Daniels has a shiny showroom for a reason. Lots of lube. My '07 FJ may not be coming from them. Half the yahoos I saw there looked like they had done their fair share of meth, and I am being nice, although my service guy was pretty friendly and attentive.
-Landcruisers are the bomb. You should have seen ol' Blue Balls climb out of that mess.
-My ass is still wet.