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Got a little Captain in ya?
On January 29, 2005, firefighters responded to a call of a reported truck fire in suburban Las Vegas. They arrived to find a Chevrolet Silverado with a smoking engine, and a man passed out in the driver’s seat. That man, FBI Agent Robert Clymer, is now suing both GM and the Chevy dealorship where he got the truck, claiming product liablity and seeking over $33,000 in medical bills and over $10,000 in lost wages. His complaint alleges he had left the truck running for a bit while he was pulled over making a telephone call, that he “somehow lost consciousness” and that the Chevy “somehow produced a heavy smoke that filled the passenger cab.”
What the complaint presumably neglects to mention is that when the firefighters arrived on the scene, the truck was found up on the curb. The complaint also probably fails to mention the fact that the firefighters found a SIG Sauer 9 mm pistol in the truck’s cab, and that Agent Clymer had been involved in some type of weapons-related incident at a hotel earlier that night, leaving his gun’s clip behind. And if the complaint doesn’t mention these facts, there’s no way it mentions that the firefighters, when pulling our dear Federal friend out of his smoking truck, also found an empty bottle of Captain Morgan rum in the truck. Which, of course, explains why Agent Clymer blew a solid 0.306 on the breathalyzer and why he has since pled guilty to drunk driving (and in exchange for that plea, he had his weapons charge dismissed).
The last thing you need to know is that, after Agenty Clymer’s exciting little night out on the town, he and his wife filed for bankruptcy and his wife subsequently filed for a divorce.
Divorce…pickup truck…money problems…booze…guns. If that ain’t a country song lyric waiting to happen, well then I just don’t know what is.
