Ok, one night I pull up to a gas station, then realize its closed. I'm in a town I'm not too familuar with, and the street is one of those with a small divider between the lanes, and way too complicated of a system of stop light. There is an open gas station right next to the one I'm at, but I would have either go against the flow of non existent traffic to get to it, or risk going around who knows how many blocks (there was also a drainage channel in all this, and some bridges). So I figure I'd cut right across the grassy area separating the two gas stations. Its only 15 feet, so I figure I can get over there before some cop spots me.
I drive across, and a sudden grinding sound wipes my self satisfied smile right off my face. Turns out there was a rock, roughly the size of a bike on its side, in the middle of the grassy area. How I managed to not see it, is beyond me. It right the right height so that the engine and tranny can clear it, but not the frame rails underneath the bed. So I'm am hopelessly high centered on it, with one of the rear wheels in the air.
So I had to call a buddy, get some straps to pull my truck off, tear the straps, get new straps, then finally get my truck unstuck.
And still not a single cop.