Wierdest/Wackiest/Coolest Roadtrip Stories

[Rhumba]

Thought I'd start a good reading thread about wacky things that have happened while on the road...I'll start.

Buddy and I riding back to Cali from Minnesota and stopped in a small town in Nevada for coffee and rest. We were sitting on our bikes drinking our joe outside of a mini-mart at about 1 a.m. when 3 young guys came out of a casino at the end of the street. One of them was twirling his shirt around over his head a whooping and hollerin', obviously drunk. A police car that was sitting incognito down the other way flicked on the lights and sped toward the trio. They split up and the drunk kid went running right past us like a jackrabbit, I mean he was really moving. The police car swerved into the parking lot of the mini-mart and barely missed us and came to a screeching halt right beside us, almost going over the embankment behind us that led down to a trailer park. The cop jumps out of the car and yells after the kid, "YOU THINK I AIN'T GONNA CATCH YOU BOY?!", and takes off after him.

Well now 3 or 4 police cars are cruising the street looking for this kid. About 2 or 3 minutes go by and here comes the kid, from the other side of the street opposite from the way he was heading when he ran past us. The cop cars converged on him and they ended up catching him right in front of the mini-mart, slamming him to the ground and cuffing him. He was fighting all the time and laughing as if he was happy that he gave the cops a run for their money. After they put him in the car and they all left (they didn't even acknowledge our existence) my buddy turns to me and says "Time to Go" and we downed the rest of the coffe and took off.

I have other stories from that trip but I'll bow out and let the masses outdo me. Have fun!

[ross]

on the road...

ol' lady and i are riding from michigan 2 ohio...met up with a dude that was from NYC.....he had also live in chicago part of his life.....he really didn't know where we were from, but after i took my helmet off and showed him my tshirt, he commented "hey are you from detroit?".....needless 2 say i was wearing my "detroit murder capitol" tshirt and "pot leaf" dew rag.......when he mentioned this, we noticed that he took a step back....ya might of had 2 been there kinda thing, but was funny as h*ll......best part was that he was going 2 a bachelor party in ohio......ya never know who you will meet on the road.....ross

[fredintoon]

1958, southern England. My (then) fiancé and I were riding my Velocette back to our campsite when the clutch cable broke. That's OK, there's a spare cable back at camp and I can clutchless shift through the gears. All I don't want to do is stop because the only way to get going again is to run, jump on and boot it into gear. Well, a half century ago I was young and fit rather than old and fat but I didn't want to leave my fiancé standing by the side of the road. Things went fine until I mistook my direction and took a left turn instead of a right at a T-junction. So I turned into a gas station, made a U-turn and turned back to go the proper way. This attracted the attention of a member of the Devonshire Police Force who was directing traffic at that T-junction.
"And what are you doing?" he asked. So I told him all about my broken clutch cable and turning the wrong way and my inability to get going from a dead stop while carrying a pillion passenger and our campsite was straight down the road.
"So how are you going to get moving again?"
"You could always give us a push?"
And that's what he did.
You don't find today's coppers doing things like that.

[SiP]

Took my girlfriend at the time to a meeting about 100 miles from where she lived on the back of my CB900, it was October and a bit cold but rideable with the right gear (plus she liked to cuddle up ), so the meeting is in this small room off a larger building and it's none of my business anyway so I stay outside (only be an hour at most she says). Oh and by the way we'd been up pretty late the night before.
So three hours later she comes out and I'm fast asleep by the side of my bike on the pavement (sidewalk) and it's now raining - she was horrified/guilty/apologetic etc... all at once. That one was worth brownie points for weeks!

[Rhumba]

2nd Minn to Cali story

Stopped at a rest area in Nowhere, Nevada. We see this car at the end of the lot on jacks and a guy underneath it. His buddy (in his 50s easy) comes over to us and starts talking to us about how he and his buddy are gold diggers and that they know where a gold vein is in the nearby mountains. They are trying to get to it to reap thier rewards but are having car troubles. In the meantime he's trying to raise money at the rest area by cleaning windshields (he sprays cleaner on our windshields and starts wiping them down with newspaper. I know that method works on glass so I didn't think twice about it and just let him do his thing.)

He explains that he's trying to raise money to...(get this)

Get his dog out of "jail". Seems he tied his dog up to a tree outside of a casino, went inside to gamble and when he came out the dog was gone. One of the casino employees called the humane society and had the dog taken away and it was going to cost him about $100 to get his dog back.

My buddy and I gave him all the change we had (came to about $1.87) and he finished cleaning our windshields. Later down the road we find our windshields all scratched up from the newspaper. My buddy never let me forget about letting the "crazy rest stop dog owner" screw up his windshield!

[planedick]

Illinois

Was going cross country in '74 and stopped at a Shell station just off the interstate about 7 AM. Pulled up to the pump, took off the gloves, helmet and began pumping gas. I didn't see anyone in the station. Put $1.00 gas in the tank and went inside to pay and couldn't find anyone. Layed the money by the cash register and went into the restroom, washed my face, combed my hair and such and when I came out still no one around. I decided that if they didn't watch their station any better than that then they didn't need that dollar so I picked it up and went out. I put on my gear, got on the bike and rode off.

Abour 10 miles down the road a Shell station wrecker pulled alongside me, tootin' the horn and motioning me to pull over. I would have ignored him but there was a cop car about a half mile behind him with lights flaching. The guy in the wrecker said, "You're going to jail". The cop arrived and said I had to go back to the town with him and the wrecker driver started to hook up my bike to carry it back to the town and I protested. The cop stopped him and another cop arrived then so the cop said we would go back carravan style, cop, biker, cop then wrecker.

Back in town at the police staion, about 7:45 the cops couldn't find how to write up the incident. Best they could come up with was "defrauding an innkeeper" so they decided to wait for the captain to come in and help them. Told me to just sit in the lobby and wait.

When the captain arrived and had a little talk with the other cops, he asked me if I would like some coffee and a donut and led me back to the lunch area and asked me what happened. I told him the story and he said, "they were probably in the back room butt ******* each other". Then he said, "You got the dollar?" I gave him the dollar and he gave me a receipt and told me when you leave town, don't go by that Shell station, turn right at the signal and a couple of miles down the road I would see a sign pointing me to the interstate.

I still have that receipt......

[Guy_b_g]

If nothing else that receipt will remind you if when a buck bought a meaningful amount of gas....

[planedick]

Giving it away

My age that is, 'cause I remember buying gas for my Whizzer and it was eleven cents per gallon!

[Hammerhead1st]

Some awesome stories!!

I LOVE reading about stuff like what you guys posted here. Makes me wish I were old enough to enjoy the good ol days when they were just the GOOD days.

On my way to GA from NY, I broke down in a teenie little PA town just across the river from West Virginia. The whole Deliverance theme doesn't even begin to describe. I was a little panicked, to be sure, because I was alone and immobile. This one dude comes strolling out of his building as if he owns the town and stars talkin to me about my bike, the weather, the good ol days when he had a little dirtbike, pretty much whatever he could come up with.

dude notices my cell phone charging plug sticking out from under my seat behind the battery, which I had wrapped around the rack supports and tucked back into itself to protect the end that goes into the phone. He asks what the heck that's for, and I told him (without hesitation) that it was the power line for my heated vibrating seat.

He promptly asks if he can TRY IT! So I tell him no, because the seat is filled with NASA foam and its fitted to my buttcheeks so if he sits on it he will ruin it. He nods, and says "Oh yeah, thats some GREAT stuff. I used to have some for my bed, I LOVED it". He helped me get the bike running again, simple pinched wire under the alternator cover. And off I rode again, with my NASA butt foam comfortably cushioning my cheeks.

That night, I stopped at a truck stop for a cup and decided to nap a few hours since I wasnt on a schedule. I did this by kicking my feet up over the handlebars and leaning back into my laundry bag I had strapped in the bitc* seat. It was comfy. When I woke up, I went in for coffee, and the lady asked me how I did that for that long without falling off. SO..I told her the NASA bit and the vibrating seat bit and went outside to enjoy my cup. In the spot nxt to me there's a fat ol Hog, with some big dude standing next to it looking my bike over. He was inside and had heard my NASA foam line as I fed it to the cashier. He was wondering where to get some..

Rolling down 77 toward 85, I met up with a Harley rider who chose to ride tandem with me for 30 miles or so. He kept stretching his legs out as we rode, so I began doing the same thing in more creative ways. He picked up the idea and began screwing around with this position and that, having a ball, as evidenced by his laughter. So, I let him get in front of me, kicked my feet back to the luggage I had on, locked em around my bag, laid down to the tank, and rode up on him Superman style. We cruised that way a while...and passed a bus of some sort. Everyone on the bus stared as we went by, and I did the nod and smile at all of them. Cooool...it was great fun.

Stopped for a drink on 85 and wouldn't you know it, the bus pulls in too. About 10 people wanted to know why I would ride that way, as obviously the bike isnt made for that. I never missed a beat, I told them it was for aerodynamics. I told them if you do it JUST right...the air gets under you and lifts you up and FLOAT over the bike as though weightless. That way, you dont get saddle sore. This Harley guy was kind of half listening and smiling like he knew I was lying. I got a phone call and he geared up to leave.

About 35 miles down the road I catch up to the harley guy....laying on his gas tank and cruisin...I laughed all the way to Atlanta...