Sounds like every piece of equipment I've ever run picks the worst possible moment to quit, and somehow it's always when you're already in a bad spot. My mower died mid mow on the steepest part of the yard last summer, same kind of deal. It's like the machine waits until things are as hard as they can be before it gives up on you. Glad you made it down without a real problem.

Wait, is this actually a real thing that happened or are we just supposed to be mad about it? A pitmaster saying your ribs are "too clean" sounds like he's just messing with you or making a weird joke. Half the stuff people post about BBQ gatekeeping feels made up for internet points anyway. If someone really told you that, who cares, eat your ribs however you like them.

My buddy mixed ink at a tiny shop in Tulsa and swore by adding a drop of black to deepen reds.