labor day monday, I had to take my son back to college. So, since I hadn't driven the Avalanche all summer, I had 4 new tires, and an alignment done. Loaded the back, and put his '03 Honda Interceptor on the trailer, with the big stuff he was taking back (32" plasma tv, and 3 computers and a laptop, XBox, and 5.1 suround sound YIKES!)
Get him to school, all unloaded, and settled in. Chris and I head back home, southbound on the interstate, with an empty motorcycle trailer.
40 miles or so later, Chris says "oh my god..." i look over into the northbound side of the pike, and see a guy pushing a harley in the breakdown lane.
now, this is out in the middle of nowhere, in rural maine. We turned around at the next exit, and went back. he had stopped on a hill, and was taking a break. I pulled in front, and chris tells him "this is your lucky day.."
he had long hair, tattoos, and a leather vest, but he was a really nice guy. he was a former Saracen rider, but had left the gang when he got married.
we loaded up his bike, and I had it all strapped down in less than 5 minutes, loaded him in the avalanche, and I took him 12 miles to his house, where they were having a family bar-b-que. He took some serious crap from his in-laws, but he was some happy to be off the road.
What are the chances that someone who had exactly the right combination of equipment would drive by (and see him through the trees), to pick him up. remote to say the least!
so, it took less than 30 minutes of my time, and I helped out someone who surely appreciated it!
(bad coil on his bike, and the battery fried!)