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Exactly!
Exactly!
Some of the most memorable times in life are not planned! Don't believe all the horror movies, enjoy your time, chances are you will be just fine.. I once walked into a bar on the outskirts of Phoenix after breaking down on my old Norton and found a bunch of guys in three piece suits, played some pool with them, drank some beer, talked bikes. They left, came back in Mongol colors, and helped me fix by bike.. Things are never as they seem..
Exactly!
"Back in the day", I was driving my 3 year old (1970) Fiat 850 Spider from Denver, CO to Clairemont, CA for my cousin's graduation. My little Fiat was a pretty capable car on and off road (mildly rutted, not too many large rocks), anyway, on with the tale......On my way through Seveir Canyon in Utah (I-70 hadn't gone around that obstacle yet), in between Seveir and Cove Fort I saw an interesting little road going north out of the canyon. I had time to kill so I headed up it and the car quit making forward progress. I couldn't fix it there, so I hitched a ride with a nice old couple in a Chevy pickup with a huge camper on back to Cove Fort. There was absolutely no help there, the public telephone still had a crank handle on it. I called the operator to try and make a collect call to Dad who always rescued me, but nobody was home, so I walked back to I-70 (the freeway made it that far), hitched a ride with a bunch of roughnecks (some even criminal as it were) in an old Dodge 4 door that was barely making it up the 7% grade. Their carb was flooding so I tore it apart for them, lowered the float level so it could handle the altitude without flooding, and made it into Seveir where I walked into a redneck bar (remember the song with the hippy tucking his hair up under his hat?), my hair wasn't that long, but the son of one of the guys in the bar went with me, towed me down the canyon, and I camped out for two nights, put a new load spring in my left axle stub (rear engine, transaxle) and I was on my way. One party night riding around in the kid's muscle car, good times, good memories.
Some of the most memorable times in life are not planned! Don't believe all the horror movies, enjoy your time, chances are you will be just fine.. I once walked into a bar on the outskirts of Phoenix after breaking down on my old Norton and found a bunch of guys in three piece suits, played some pool with them, drank some beer, talked bikes. They left, came back in Mongol colors, and helped me fix by bike.. Things are never as they seem..
