Timehop reminded me of this one today:
Pete and I were fueling up the ambulance 12 years ago tonight when the fuel hose just…fell off.
The automatic shutoff clicked and the hose separated at the breakaway fitting above our heads. It fell to the ground with a thud. After a quick moment of shock we dissolved in laughter. Always the joker, Pete took the hose inside and gave it to the store clerk.
The clerk was not amused.
Cancer took Pete 4 years ago, much too soon. Shy of 40 years old, he left two kids and a wife behind. F*ck cancer. RIP friend.
Wash your gear!
Notes from Mosquito Hill 