Sent with a friend to retrieve one of his farm trucks. 5.4l with a stuck spark plug. Kid working on it was a Ford tech with a garage at his house. Not sure how, but he died a couple years ago. Friend got the call to come get it. Hour and a half ride to get there. The coils on one side are apart, and it won't crank. They offer their little Kioti, but warn that they just had a fuel line off to be blown out due to an intermittent stalling problem. We get the truck half way on the trailer and the tractor quits. I mess around for 30 minutes trying to bleed the injectors. Raising the hood only allows enough room to lay on the engine. The provided wrenches are extra long, which is no good on an engine a little bigger than a weed eater. As I'm about to give up, I pull the fuel from the tank. Plenty of flow. I smell my fingers. I offer my fingers to my friend for sniffing. He confirms my suspicion. Gasoline.
They were able to pull our truck up on the trailer with their pickup without much drama, surprisingly, and we were on our way.