I went to pick up a Trooper this morning about 150 miles away. All seemed to be going well, I got the Trooper picked up and headed home. Then the Trooper I'm driving starts crapping out on me... (about 100 miles from home). So a little roadside dicking around and I figure out my fuel pump is crapping out on me. I push my luck since I'm literally in the middle of nowhere and press on. Nursed it into town where it finally quit. So, I thought "Ok, this is going to suck *** but I'll just drop the tank in the Trooper I just bought and put that fuel pump in"... not exactly how I wanted to spend my afternoon in 100 degree heat, but oh well, you do what you gotta do. So I drop the tank in this Trooper that's been sitting for 7 years (with a full tank of.... Well I guess it was gas) So now I'm covered in the stinkiest nastiest gas you've ever smelled and when I plug the fuel pump in and test it, it's no good... So, plan B: I call the parts store that's only a 3 mile walk, I was sure they wouldn't have the fuel pump in stock, but I called anyway... Wow, I'm in luck, they actually have one. So now I get to walk in the 100 degree hot blazing sun to get my new fuel pump and then walk back.... yep, that's right, covered head to toe in dirt, grease, and most disgustingly the nasty gas.... So then I get to drop my tank, which I literally filled up at the station as I got on the interstate, just before I started having problems. I was hoping that I'd burned enough that I wouldn't have to spill it all over the place and get it all over me, but, you have to remember... this is not my day. So I dropped the tank, spilled out a couple gallons all over the ground where I'm laying to work on this thing.... Um, well, I think that's where it finally got better... I installed the new pump, lifted the 100 pound gas tank back into place, and then drove off into the sunset with no lights on the trailered Trooper. Got home just after 10, and the wife is absolutely in love with my new cologne.... Time for a beer.