The real joy was finding the source of the fuel leak. (Don knows what I'm talking about)
Around 36th street at 11:00.... just after getting the tire on... what was a pesky dripping fitting burst and blew mixed waste oil fuel through the steering shaft hole into my lap.
I figured what it was, shut the master off and started pulling over.
I used to work for Freightliner of Kalamazoo, and gave the GR location a ring to make sure they still ran 2 shifts. They do. But the night parts guy was a bit over his head. But he mentioned Cummins GR ran 3 full shifts and was right up the street. (they were actually closer to the truck)
I grabbed my shredded fittings and flare ends (I pulled them off to be 100% certain I was getting the right size) and headed down. The parts man was amazing. He didn't know what it was I was doing exactly, but he brought me in back to his VERY well stocked brass cabinet and we located (2) 5/16 feral fittings and some bushings (Just in case... 11:00 on a dark highway with a flashlight in your mouth, being certain of sizes is.... far from easy)
The parts guy actually refused to ring up the fittings. "Those are just shop supplies... So, just send some business our way someday and we'll call it even."
NOTE: This place was spotless, professional, and friendly. I will never hesitate to send anyone to Cummins of GR. They also run 3 full shifts. I'm not joking when I say this place was like a high end corporate jet hanger, but with trucks. I have friends who work for Duncan Aviation, that really is the closest parallel.
I got the destroyed flare fitting off of the secondary filter (I had no way to make a flare anyway aside from a large phillips screwdriver) and replaced, and gently snugged the leaking fitting on the HH. When I flipped the master, I got a small drip out of the HH leaker that told me the secondary was holding. Hit the button and she fired right up.
Rather than risk touching the front, I buttoned her up and headed the last 60 miles home.
Pictures and possible vids to follow. When things got nasty and dark, I stopped taking pictures.