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Sorry, that's a club I haven't joined yet and I belong to quite a few at my old age.
Sorry, that's a club I haven't joined yet and I belong to quite a few at my old age.
The Farthest You've Been Stranded From Home
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MoneyGuy had a problem with his Wing this afternoon in the mountains of BC and was stranded for a bit until some kind, knowledgeable soul stopped and happened to have a solution.
http://www.goldwingfacts.com/forums/view_topic.php?id=75884&forum_id=1&jump_to=795083#p795083
He said he was 10 hours from home. Have you had an experience like this? Come on now, it's good therapy to get it off your chest! I'll start: It was back in '81. Wife and I were on our way home from California (celebrating our 1st anniversary) and stopped at a picnic site in the middle of nowhere (Lake Tahoe, NV) for a bite. I decide to have a look at my spark plugs and don't ya think I made a rookie blunder.... never pull on the wire :shock:... Yup, spark plug cap on plug, wire in my hand:gunhead:. Couldn't seem to get the two together. Ran really rough on just three cylinders.
Ended up pitching the tent right there and spending the night. 1820 miles from home. In the morning we woke to a herd of cattle surrounding our tent that had gotten through a fence. Rancher happened by 30 minutes later to collect them and helped two young travelers get back on the road. :banana:
Still pull out the pictures from time to time to have a good chuckle. Taught me that most problems are just an opportunity for a good chuckle some time down the road. Of course, it doesn't mean I can't let loose a blue streak when it happens.:X Adds to the chuckle later on.
See? I feel better. Your turn. No rules. If you felt stranded, you were stranded.
Who's next?
MoneyGuy had a problem with his Wing this afternoon in the mountains of BC and was stranded for a bit until some kind, knowledgeable soul stopped and happened to have a solution.
http://www.goldwingfacts.com/forums/view_topic.php?id=75884&forum_id=1&jump_to=795083#p795083
He said he was 10 hours from home. Have you had an experience like this? Come on now, it's good therapy to get it off your chest! I'll start: It was back in '81. Wife and I were on our way home from California (celebrating our 1st anniversary) and stopped at a picnic site in the middle of nowhere (Lake Tahoe, NV) for a bite. I decide to have a look at my spark plugs and don't ya think I made a rookie blunder.... never pull on the wire :shock:... Yup, spark plug cap on plug, wire in my hand:gunhead:. Couldn't seem to get the two together. Ran really rough on just three cylinders.
Ended up pitching the tent right there and spending the night. 1820 miles from home. In the morning we woke to a herd of cattle surrounding our tent that had gotten through a fence. Rancher happened by 30 minutes later to collect them and helped two young travelers get back on the road. :banana:
Still pull out the pictures from time to time to have a good chuckle. Taught me that most problems are just an opportunity for a good chuckle some time down the road. Of course, it doesn't mean I can't let loose a blue streak when it happens.:X Adds to the chuckle later on.
See? I feel better. Your turn. No rules. If you felt stranded, you were stranded.
Who's next?
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After crossing the PELL bridge in Rhode Island had a flat rear tire. Limped off of RTE1 onto the first side road. 3rd house on left had motorcycle out front. Gentlemen let me air up my tire and gave me directions to Rayzee honda that was 3 miles away. He told me I was very lucky being that this was the only honda dealership in RI. Flat by the time I got there but was treated great. Had a new tire on in no time and was back down the road. Not really stranded for long. This may not even count as being stranded but it is the only story I got without making something up.:action:
After crossing the PELL bridge in Rhode Island had a flat rear tire. Limped off of RTE1 onto the first side road. 3rd house on left had motorcycle out front. Gentlemen let me air up my tire and gave me directions to Rayzee honda that was 3 miles away. He told me I was very lucky being that this was the only honda dealership in RI. Flat by the time I got there but was treated great. Had a new tire on in no time and was back down the road. Not really stranded for long. This may not even count as being stranded but it is the only story I got without making something up.:action:
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I broke a throttle on a Friday morning in Fairplay, CO, 1000 miles from home. I called the HRCA and they had my bike hauled back RPM Motor Sports in Denver.
No one in Denver had the part so it had to air freighted in with a Saturday delivery. Early Saturday afternoon I was back on road. HRCA covered all the towing charges and the Honda Extended Warranty covered all but the $30.00 charge for Saturday delivery of the part.
I broke a throttle on a Friday morning in Fairplay, CO, 1000 miles from home. I called the HRCA and they had my bike hauled back RPM Motor Sports in Denver.
No one in Denver had the part so it had to air freighted in with a Saturday delivery. Early Saturday afternoon I was back on road. HRCA covered all the towing charges and the Honda Extended Warranty covered all but the $30.00 charge for Saturday delivery of the part.
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Snapped a clutch cable on my 81' Interstate at Devil's Tower ......at the nipple....1500 miles from home? No spare cable, 0600 Saturday morning, no idea what to do......
Eventually, we made a loop from the remains of the cable and passed it through our spark plug tool for a handle... I couldn't pull it up from the driver's saddle.....but Red could from behind!
"In," I'd yell.....
"Got it," Red'd yell.....
(I would shift gears.)
"Now, let it out," I'd yell.....
"Okay!"
and down the road we'd go.......all the way home! I guess this doesn't qualify as being stranded, but it was close!
Snapped a clutch cable on my 81' Interstate at Devil's Tower ......at the nipple....1500 miles from home? No spare cable, 0600 Saturday morning, no idea what to do......
Eventually, we made a loop from the remains of the cable and passed it through our spark plug tool for a handle... I couldn't pull it up from the driver's saddle.....but Red could from behind!
"In," I'd yell.....
"Got it," Red'd yell.....
(I would shift gears.)
"Now, let it out," I'd yell.....
"Okay!"
and down the road we'd go.......all the way home! I guess this doesn't qualify as being stranded, but it was close!
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Blew the main fuse on my GL1000 on a dirt road, in the middle of the night, on the way to Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Slept by the side of the road; I could have slept in the middle of it. Traffic? Umm....not much! :cheeky1:
Guardian Angels were:
Guy with burro (thank you, dude, and thank YOU, burro!)
Guy with truck filled with Coca-Cola empties (they cleaned and recycled, back then)
Two German Tourists- Thank you Eric; I hope you've ridden every road on the planet by now... and...
"Brilliant" Dutchman- (I'm so sorry I never even got your name)who knew electrical systems....1500 miles from AZ/home...
Blew the main fuse on my GL1000 on a dirt road, in the middle of the night, on the way to Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Slept by the side of the road; I could have slept in the middle of it. Traffic? Umm....not much! :cheeky1:
Guardian Angels were:
Guy with burro (thank you, dude, and thank YOU, burro!)
Guy with truck filled with Coca-Cola empties (they cleaned and recycled, back then)
Two German Tourists- Thank you Eric; I hope you've ridden every road on the planet by now... and...
"Brilliant" Dutchman- (I'm so sorry I never even got your name)who knew electrical systems....1500 miles from AZ/home...
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Cousin Jack wrote:
Cousin Jack wrote:
Hahaha- this is AWESOME, Mel...how can you travel South America without your co-pilot? I think she EARNS her keep! (Or hopefully, you do, YOURS!) :cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1:Snapped a clutch cable on my 81' Interstate at Devil's Tower ......at the nipple.... 1500 miles from home? No spare cable, 0600 Saturday morning, no idea what to do......
Eventually, we made a loop from the remains of the cable and passed it through our spark plug tool for a handle... I couldn't pull it up from the driver's saddle.....but Red could from behind!
"In," I'd yell.....
"Got it," Red'd yell.....
(I would shift gears.)
"Now, let it out," I'd yell.....
"Okay!"
and down the road we'd go.......all the way home! I guess this doesn't qualify as being stranded, but it was close!
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I wish I could find the thread where I detailed my episode.
Left home here in Mesa and drove to Parker, AZ where I was to meet my son who was riding his FJR from San Diego.
We planned on camping out so he told me to find a spot. I found a park ranger and he told me of this "neat place" so I went there.
"Neat place" is 1/2 mile off the pavement on a "hard dry road". Well, it started off that way, but turned into flour sand so fast that the stuff blew up from the front wheel and filled that 1500's carbs full of silt. That is where the sliders quit working.
When I felt it loose power, I made a U-turn and down shifted and opened the throttle. Instead of go-power I got a half hearted urp! and she laid over in the sand, a ditch at least 12 inches deep under the front wheel.
2 hours later, I dug it out with an Army Spade I carried for tending fires. Start the beast, it won't idle but it revs up to 3,000 and I clutch it and we jump about 5 feet.
Took a long time to make it back to Parker. I had it stripped down to the carbs by the time my son showed up. He took one look and said "unless we find some carb cleaner, you ain't going anywhere". So, he took off for anything that is still open at 10 PM...
Longer story short, I wake up at day break and finish cleaning the sand out, and put the tupperware back on.
Forgot to say, we stayed overnight in a Best Western that night, needed their bright outside lights to do the overhaul. :cheeky1:
I wish I could find the thread where I detailed my episode.
Left home here in Mesa and drove to Parker, AZ where I was to meet my son who was riding his FJR from San Diego.
We planned on camping out so he told me to find a spot. I found a park ranger and he told me of this "neat place" so I went there.
"Neat place" is 1/2 mile off the pavement on a "hard dry road". Well, it started off that way, but turned into flour sand so fast that the stuff blew up from the front wheel and filled that 1500's carbs full of silt. That is where the sliders quit working.
When I felt it loose power, I made a U-turn and down shifted and opened the throttle. Instead of go-power I got a half hearted urp! and she laid over in the sand, a ditch at least 12 inches deep under the front wheel.
2 hours later, I dug it out with an Army Spade I carried for tending fires. Start the beast, it won't idle but it revs up to 3,000 and I clutch it and we jump about 5 feet.
Took a long time to make it back to Parker. I had it stripped down to the carbs by the time my son showed up. He took one look and said "unless we find some carb cleaner, you ain't going anywhere". So, he took off for anything that is still open at 10 PM...
Longer story short, I wake up at day break and finish cleaning the sand out, and put the tupperware back on.
Forgot to say, we stayed overnight in a Best Western that night, needed their bright outside lights to do the overhaul. :cheeky1:
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Motorcycle Pete wrote:
"Well, we can get you one ordered in in two or three days.....!"
Figured we'd be home in three days..... the best part was in Red Lodge, Montana, outside a little motel there....... Red was sitting on the Wing, which was on the sidestand, motor running........when a Canadian guy riding a brand new multi-million dollar "BMW LT-something or another" pulled up beside her. He smiled at her, and looked down at the improvised block and tackle clutch linkage in her hand.....
"And, what, pray tell," he asked in cultured tones. "Is all that?"
Red smiled at him sweetly. "I'm the clutch!"
Never prouder of her, or the bike, than at that moment..... we had an ancient Wing, no clutch cable, no pride -- but we were the happiest people in the Rocky Mountains that day!
Motorcycle Pete wrote:
Yeah, and we could never find a shop that had the right cable.....Cousin Jack wrote:
Hahaha- this is AWESOME, Mel...how can you travel South America without your co-pilot? I think she EARNS her keep! (Or hopefully, you do, YOURS!) :cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1:Snapped a clutch cable on my 81' Interstate at Devil's Tower ......at the nipple....1500 miles from home? No spare cable, 0600 Saturday morning, no idea what to do......
Eventually, we made a loop from the remains of the cable and passed it through our spark plug tool for a handle... I couldn't pull it up from the driver's saddle.....but Red could from behind!
"In," I'd yell.....
"Got it," Red'd yell.....
(I would shift gears.)
"Now, let it out," I'd yell.....
"Okay!"
and down the road we'd go.......all the way home! I guess this doesn't qualify as being stranded, but it was close!
"Well, we can get you one ordered in in two or three days.....!"
Figured we'd be home in three days..... the best part was in Red Lodge, Montana, outside a little motel there....... Red was sitting on the Wing, which was on the sidestand, motor running........when a Canadian guy riding a brand new multi-million dollar "BMW LT-something or another" pulled up beside her. He smiled at her, and looked down at the improvised block and tackle clutch linkage in her hand.....
"And, what, pray tell," he asked in cultured tones. "Is all that?"
Red smiled at him sweetly. "I'm the clutch!"
Never prouder of her, or the bike, than at that moment..... we had an ancient Wing, no clutch cable, no pride -- but we were the happiest people in the Rocky Mountains that day!
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Cousin Jack [/quote]
"And, what, pray tell," he asked in cultured tones. "Is all that?"
Red smiled at him sweetly. "I'm the clutch!"
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OMG! That's hysterical, Mel! :dude: Too bad you didn't have your camera out- the look on his face must have been precious! :cooldevil:
Cousin Jack [/quote]
"And, what, pray tell," he asked in cultured tones. "Is all that?"
Red smiled at him sweetly. "I'm the clutch!"
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OMG! That's hysterical, Mel! :dude: Too bad you didn't have your camera out- the look on his face must have been precious! :cooldevil:
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AZgl1500 wrote:
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2 hours later, I dug it out with an Army Spade I carried..
Forgot to say, we stayed overnight in a Best Western that night, needed their bright outside lights to do the overhaul. :cheeky1:[/quote]
Hmm....in my experience, picking up a loaded GL (ok, unloaded GL) on sand is actually harder than rebuilding the carbs...just to re-assure those carb rebuild phobia folks! :shock::dude:
AZgl1500 wrote:
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2 hours later, I dug it out with an Army Spade I carried..
Forgot to say, we stayed overnight in a Best Western that night, needed their bright outside lights to do the overhaul. :cheeky1:[/quote]
Hmm....in my experience, picking up a loaded GL (ok, unloaded GL) on sand is actually harder than rebuilding the carbs...just to re-assure those carb rebuild phobia folks! :shock::dude:
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125 miles from home...........happened last Sunday when the locked trunk lid slamed shut because of the Kansas wind! :shock:
Yes, Monday a spare key was hidden and installed on the bike and the trike! :gunhead:
125 miles from home...........happened last Sunday when the locked trunk lid slamed shut because of the Kansas wind! :shock:
Yes, Monday a spare key was hidden and installed on the bike and the trike! :gunhead:
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hahaha...here's a true "key" story.
If you cycle (no pun intended) a key through the old ones (certainly the GL1000) enough times, the key will just pull out in "on" position, while the motor is running.
Somewhere in NW Colorado, back in the early eighties, I hit a big bump at highway speed, and....the keys flew up, hovered behind my Vetter fairing, and I snatched 'em out of space, with my left hand. This is no lie; it really happened.
What makes it especially amazing is that I'm a fairly un-coordinated "four eyes" who usually catches baseballs and snowballs with his face....
Desperation is the mother of invention? and...people CAN rise to the occasion, when times are desperate?
hahaha...here's a true "key" story.
If you cycle (no pun intended) a key through the old ones (certainly the GL1000) enough times, the key will just pull out in "on" position, while the motor is running.
Somewhere in NW Colorado, back in the early eighties, I hit a big bump at highway speed, and....the keys flew up, hovered behind my Vetter fairing, and I snatched 'em out of space, with my left hand. This is no lie; it really happened.
What makes it especially amazing is that I'm a fairly un-coordinated "four eyes" who usually catches baseballs and snowballs with his face....
Desperation is the mother of invention? and...people CAN rise to the occasion, when times are desperate?
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Flyone wrote:
:cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1:
Flyone wrote:
Ya keep a spare thong on there somewhere?125 miles from home...........happened last Sunday when the locked trunk lid slamed shut because of the Kansas wind! :shock:
Yes, Monday a spare key was hidden and installed on the bike and the trike! :gunhead:
:cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1::cheeky1:
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Flyone wrote:
Flyone wrote:
did the thong get locked in as well:cheeky1:125 miles from home...........happened last Sunday when the locked trunk lid slamed shut because of the Kansas wind! :shock:
Yes, Monday a spare key was hidden and installed on the bike and the trike! :gunhead:
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I've been very lucky. Never been stranded on a motor vehicle, whether bike, four wheeler, airplane or boat always managed to get home without assistance. I did once jury rig a sail on a diesel cruiser we owned in Alaska when the wheel (propeller) came off the shaft. By sailing with the tide and favoring wind and anchoring when the tide was foulus we managed to get that boat 75 miles back home without calling the Coast Guard. We got home on our own even though I had to tow the boat the last quarter mile with our 8 foot dinghy and a pair of oars. I have had to patch up a snowmachine on the trail more than once in the late '60s. Those things weren't very reliable back then. One good thing about living on the edge of civilization in Northern Alaska was that you learned to do just about everything for yourself. Jury rigging is a valuable skill.
I've been very lucky. Never been stranded on a motor vehicle, whether bike, four wheeler, airplane or boat always managed to get home without assistance. I did once jury rig a sail on a diesel cruiser we owned in Alaska when the wheel (propeller) came off the shaft. By sailing with the tide and favoring wind and anchoring when the tide was foulus we managed to get that boat 75 miles back home without calling the Coast Guard. We got home on our own even though I had to tow the boat the last quarter mile with our 8 foot dinghy and a pair of oars. I have had to patch up a snowmachine on the trail more than once in the late '60s. Those things weren't very reliable back then. One good thing about living on the edge of civilization in Northern Alaska was that you learned to do just about everything for yourself. Jury rigging is a valuable skill.
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