Broken down and rescused

[posplayr]

I was in the signal corp and would never jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
I understand the only way to stop an Army ranger is to wait till he is having his morning drink of water, then slam the toilet seat down crushing his neck lol.

good thing this is the internet

Otherwise might need some body bags

[posplayr]

Was riding Suzie Q to meet up with BigT and a couple others for a ride to Corvallis Or. for a Classic motorcycle show. I had traveled about 30 miles when the old girl sputters backfires and dies so I coast to the side of the road. Had just taken my helmet, coat and gloves off, and was fixin to remove the seat to start looking for the problem when a couple of dudes on sport bikes stop to see if I needed help. They didn't know anything about bikes but did have a cell phone, so I called the wife to come rescue me.
While waiting I wiggle wires and get her started, so while running I wiggle the wires again and find out that the leads from the igniter is loose. I rode to a store and let the wife know that I was back on the road, she was half way there.
You meet the nicest people on motorcycles.
V

Some great guys helped me out one time when I was stranded .

Thanks Vince ,Eric and Tom

[Pete Logan]

No worries Pete.

Why? (jump fr perf good aircraft? and irony here is BOTH my sons in law are in USAF what the F did i do wrong with my 2 girls??

money and thrills. They PAY you to do something thrilling and fun. How cool is that?

That's why

I know

My old man and most of the men I grew up around were Air Force. Jokes like this were their way of expressing their admiration for the courage of Airborne.

You should hear what they had to say about navigators

I live 15 km from Bastogne. My house was a field hospital in the Battle of the Bulge. I live with the ghosts of the men who gave their lives for freedom here every day and stand constantly in awe of your courage and self sacrifice.

[Ponderosa]

SEALs

A good friend and I walked into a bar down in Key west one day, asked what drinks they had on special. The bartender replies "Pina coladas".. My friend says "What kind of man would drink something like that?".. The bartender motions to four large guys over by the pool table and says "Those four Seals over there seem to like em."....I say "Give us a couple, and buy those gentlemen one more!"

I cannot count the times I have been stranded in the middle of nowhere. This is before the time of cell phones (don't like the darn things anyway, won't own one). Always carry a few basic tools, always know where you are at, always have a good pair of walking shoes on... Don't panic, push the bike off the road and weight your options, you would be supprized how much ground you can cover in a short amount of time on foot...

[DanTheMan]

"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.

[Ponderosa]

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..