Since now we're just talking about fixing our plow trucks... It's midnight, I'm covered in gas and I'm getting in a hot shower with my beer so my wife doesn't kick me out of bed.
But at least the fucker is out. Fuel pump is toasted, so at least I know I am fixing the right thing, always a good feeling. Pop her back in tomorrow. Shop was gonna be like $900 all in with the tow so I'm 'getting paid' so to speak...