Originally Posted by
qcpmsame
@
seypat, FTW, you done good my friend!
Bill
+1
Many moons ago, 1979, I
was that 20-year-old military guy, stranded on the side of the PA Turnpike at 2 am. Everything I owned was in a seabag on my 1968 Honda CB450, which completed my worldly possessions. I was halfway from Wisconsin to Marine Barracks Annapolis, in a cold March. The only fuse on the bike blew on a long, dark downhill. Try that sometime, no light, 70 mph, no engine. Glad there was some moonlight.
I stashed the bike and seabag out of sight, then started hitching. 2 am. 27-28 degrees, dark, no lights, no cars. A big guy in a beat-up Eldorado pulled over and gave me the fuse from his CB radio.
He didn't have to stop. He didn't have to disable his CB to help me. What are the odds? You don't forget stuff like that. You'd better not.