It was sometime in the early 80's
I was riding my Harley from Florida to Michigan to visit my family like I did every year, a friends father was making the same trip
so we decided to ride up together,
My Harley shredded a primary drive belt somewhere in the cornfields of Ohio,
Chet rode on ahead on his R100 and came back with a rope he found at an old abandoned farm,
he then pulled my Harley with the rope tied to the back of the BMW and wrapped a couple of times around the handlebar of my Harley
with me holding the rope and the throttle grip,
that way if something went wrong I would let go of the rope and it would "pull off" the handlebar rather than take him down also.
To say the least this was an adventure in itself,
20-30 miles down the road we found some guys working in a body shop that let me use the phone and phone book
(it was a Sunday and everything was closed)
After calling around I found the right part at a shop in Dayton about sixty miles away
(they were closed but there taking inventory and agreed to wait for me)
I found Chet in a chair out front reading the Sunday paper, as I proceeded to give him directions
he said: there ain't no reason for me to go running all over the state of Ohio
just go ahead and take my BMW, I'll wait here,
As i was putting my helmet on Chet said: now that thing will do a hundred if you want it to!
Anyway a couple hours later I returned with my new primary drive belt
smiling from "ear to ear"
right then I knew I was gonna get me one of them Beemers someday.