Worn lock cylinder, or someone likes listening to the radio. Can fix the truck, can't fix the driver. But they keep my paychecks coming.
Bingo. She's given us four healthy kids, and I'm grateful. I choose my battles. I can fix the truck. Back when we dated she scraped the low nose of my car on a curb, backing up. Forgot that the front swings the other way when you back up and turn. I fixed that paint, and asked her to marry me a few weeks later.
Funny thing is, now I can put her on driving the tractor while I'm strapping up 1400 lb round bales to drag them off the trailer onto the forks, and she is extremely good and careful. A bale would hurt me if she dropped one off the forks. She's just forgetful. When she's paying attention, she's excellent. And she makes home made French cheese. Can't even buy that in Texas.
Anyway, I'm excited about that oil field air shut off. Sticking your fist in a runaway diesel to choke it out is no fun. I've seen runaway diesels that threw rotating parts right out thru crank case and into sheet metal. As a fireman in France, I had to go drag a stupid woman away who was peering into her engine compartment by the side of the road. She'd smoked the clutch trying to stall it and it was headed towards 8000 rpm when I yanked her away. It died later without a bang, just like my HDJ80 did when its turbo bearing failed. Fortunately.