Had a shoot this weekend. Obviously, I can' t ride, but cgfg did. Went, had a good time, kept time for the club, etc etc etc. I am not quite up to camping in the horse trailer, so we took the new truck and the old truck and the camper. I've just been behind the wheel of the truck for a week or slightly longer now. Wind was 30mph today. I was fighting it awful hard with that camper. 85 degrees. Look down and my truck is redlined. 230+ degrees. I put it in neutral, flipped on the hazards, shut it off, and coasted to the shoulder. Popped the hood, and what do I see? I FEED SACK. husband PUT A &^%$&^*#@(!!!!!! FEED SACK in front of the radiator this winter while I was unable to be up and about and "forgot". Pulled that sack out and called my mechanic friend and asked the best way to cool it quickly. Did as directed and it cooled down. No apparent damage done, but blown gaskets may take a while to show up. Made it home, tho. husband, tho, was just ahead of me and stopped with me. This happened at 3pm. Not a single utterance of any semblance of an "I'm sorry I forgot about that". NOTHING. In fact, he acted more like he was ****** because he expected me to be ****** at him. Very defensive. I am losing my coolant.... Nope, nope...correction. I have lost my coolant.