Once pulling blades one of the pony motors died on the trailer.
The kid escorting for me loved to fix stuff.
After we somehow finally cleared the intersection and were done getting honked and screamed at he ripped into the pony motor. He finally got it fixed and his hands were BLACK with grease and oil, and had a few small burns.
After he was done he stood up and started packing a can of Grizzly. He put one of the biggest chews in his mouth I’d ever seen, and damn near passed out instantly. He said the petroleum aftertaste really added to the mint flavor.