The phone call started with I hate to ask but I’d only call because it’s an emergency. Of course at that point, my mind is racing — was it a car accident, motorcycle accident, is someone in his family is hurt, etc.? Then Jason explains that he managed to get his 3 day old (new to him at least) dual sport stuck in the mud in a construction area by his home. He’s fine but the bike is trapped in some kind of mud and quicksand concoction. I scramble to make arrangements and grab the Jeep and a bag of tie downs.
I pick him up and see that Jason is covered in mud past his knees. You couldn’t even see his boots anymore. I thought it was odd that he didn’t bother to change or clean up until we go to the site.
Upon arrival, this is what I see. So now I know why he didn’t change his clothes.
He thought I had a tow rope but in actuality, it was just a yellow colored tie down.
We wrestle with the handlebars for a while. I put the Jeep in 4WD low gear.
After many snapped tie downs, we haul over to Wally World for a real tow rope. He threads it through the rear wheel, I back up the Jeep, and finally the bike is free.
Amazingly, the only permanent damage was a broken kickstand. The bike started up with a little coaxing and Jason rode it home.
And to imagine, all of this happened after I had already taken a shower and gotten ready for bed. You never know what that next phone call will bring. Life is full of adventures (AKA Classic C stories).
Follow me on Twitter 