Join Date: Aug 2012
Location: Side of a mountain in New Hampshire
I bet I told this one before but anyway...
In 96 I bought a Harley Bad Boy factory springer brandy new. When it was about 3 months old I had it parked in the underground garage of the condo we had at Old Orchard Beach.
While I was at work one day, torrential rains, flash flooding up and down the coast.
Needless to say it was a good thing my buddies shovelhead had apehangers or we would have never found those bikes. The top half of his mirror was sticking out of the water enough to catch the light of my lantern. My bike was totally submerged.
We shlepped them up the ramp onto high ground, pulled the plugs and with some scrotal retraction I hit the button. It spun over and spit up the sewage in the jugs. Whenever I could get out of town. I took it to the dealer. They had it running next day and when I picked it up the mechanic told me it was all dry except one thing that I would have to deal with.
I found out what that was as soon as I sat on it.
Cross Country Tour.
We can't help it
We just keep moving
It's been that way since long ago
Since the stone age chasing the great herds
We mostly go where we have to go
That was written by James McMurtry