So, it's 9pm and my fiance is in bed.(she has to get up early for work) Before she went to bed she asked me to go out and pick up some half&half and party ice. So I head out and decide to have a little fun before I complete my honey do's. Well, there is a particular side road that has some deep ruts in it and small runouts filled with water on either side. When I get there I notice that the ruts look a little deeper than usual and the first 20 or so feet of them are filled with water. It is dark out and for some reason I decide that I do not want to get out of the truck to check the depth of the ruts before starting out. So I sit there for a minute and contemplate this particular escapade and decide "what the h***." Well, no more that 10' into this 20' section it feels like I fall off of a small cliff and just sink, so more go. "S***", I exclaim and I get out to see what my situation is...sunk down to the axles, front and rear. To give you all a better idea of my situation, both of my drive wheels front and rear are both buried in section of ruts with the deepest water, so the the tires are just spinning. Keep in mind my extreme frustration because my non drive wheels are both in ruts as well, but on the soft muddy areas, and not the "water up to the top of the wheel, areas." At this point I am mad at myself for A: Being stuck, B: having a stock 93 with no lockers front or rear, and C: having to tell my soon to be wife that we are going to be $75 more poor because I had to call a tow truck to get my dumb a** out. Still with me? Ok. As I am thinking all of this and fuming I hear a nice sounding dual exhaust coming by this desolate road and by luck the nice man in a 4x4 Ford F150 with 35" tires sees me and stops to pull me out. He tells me that he has a huge cable with open loops and asks me if I have a hitch and ball that he can mount it to, and he can surely pull me out. Of coarse, I have to say "no" because I do not have a hitch on my never trailered with X, one more thing to be mad about. Luckily, he is one of the nicest guys I have met and says to give him 10 minutes and he will run to the Super K-mart close by and get a tow rope to pull me out, as he wanted to get one anyway. Not believing my good luck, I wait for him to get back and think about my good fortune. Now I do not have to call a tow truck, so I can just go to the car wash and rinse away all of the evidence so that she will be none the wiser. So, he gets back and we go to hooking everything up. This rope is suspect to me, as it looks poorly made and none too sturdy. The quality of the rope of coarse is not his fault, it is the best that anyone can do with only a Super K close by at 12AM. He gets in his truck and pulls the rope taut. I get in my truck and put her in reverse, slowly we get moving in the same direction, make it maybe 2', and the rope snaps in two. "Son of a B****." Well, since I have nowhere to hook up to and it is getting late, the nice man has to go. I thank him sincerely and offer to give him some money for his time, but he will not accept it, and goes home after making sure that the tow company can get out to me. Twenty minutes later the tow truck driver shows up and within ten minutes I am out and on the road again, $75 gone from my account for the experience.
Moral of the story ladies and gents, If you are going to go out on a late night and want to make what you think will be a quick run on a country road, with a stock X, and there are nasty ruts filled with water, make sure that you check the depth before you have your fun, or else you may be out some money, some time, and some pride.
This is my "Stupid moment of the year." I only have 99 of these left! 
