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Broke down on the road stories-
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mud    Posted 04-27-2004 at 07:53:32       [Reply]  [No Email]
bet nearly everyone has one. most of mine include a helpful stranger.


Alias    Posted 04-27-2004 at 13:58:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
Henry Barnett from down around Erwin Tn. told this to me for true. He said that when he was young, his parents took in an orphan boy to raise. Now, the kid's name was Herbie. And, Herbie wasn't very bright in the brain department. But, he was a dare devil of sorts. According to Henry, When herbie was about grown, he jumped down from the back of a truck one night in front of a country store near a place called the fish hatchery. When he walked into the store, there were several men sitting around a pot bellied stove, whittling and achawing and asmoking. Well sir, old Herbie went over to the RC cola case and took out a 16 oz bottle of Nehi Orange drink and popped the cap on the opener mounted on the front.

Now the people there notice that Herbie was acting with a higher degree of pride and confidence than he customarily exhibited. So, one of the men said, you seem to be in an extrodinarily good mood, Herbie, what's going one?
Well, Herbie began, in a manner reminisient to Barney Fife of Mayberry, I reckon I'ma goina get hitched, he declared. Now don't you know, a few mouths fell open but no one said anything. I guess they figured to play this one out and see where the thread would lead.

Now, the man that asked the first question, Ike Blevins, I think his name was, said, well, congradulations Herbie, whose the lucky gal? And, when Herbie spoke her name, mouths fell even wider. Ike said, Herbie, you can't marry that girl, he11! she's slept with every man in Unicoi. To which Herbie responded, I know Ike, but Unicoi ain't sech a big place.

But, let me take you back a few years when Herbie was an adolesent. As I said, he was a dare devil. And, he like to go to Johnson City on Saturdays to see his favorite Cowboys in the movie theatres. Usually, he'd hitch a ride with someone who could haul his bicycle to the city. Then if he couldn't get a ride home, he'd have his trusty two wheeler to ride back on.

Now there's a hill just on the outskirts of Johnson City where truckers would often get stopped by the traffic light. And, Herbie would wait until a tuck stopped and then he'd fall in behind with his bike and grab a tow. He had fashioned a stiff wire which was attached to the front of the bike with a hook which he would lay over the door handle at the rear of a trailor. When the truck took off, Herbie and his bike followed along behind.

In those days, (Late 40's) there was a roadside diner that the truckers like to frequent, about half way between Johnson City and Unicoi in an area known as the Buffalo Straights. On one particular occassion, a trucker started to turn into the diner for a bite to eat. What he didn't know was that Herbie had been doing the Gran Prix behind his rig. when the trucker slowed down for his turn, Herbie reached out across his handlebars and hoisted his hook off of the door handle. He then did the dare devil swerve and, as the driver of the rig made his turn, he caught sight of Herbie coming up alongside him in the rear view mirrow. Now, seeing that bicycle going by caused the driver to also swerve to the right and nearly wreaked his truck.

Now, Everyone, I don't know if there's one ioda
of truth in this story. But, I've told it just the way it was told to me. Give or take a lie or two. .....gfp


Alias    Posted 04-27-2004 at 13:53:52       [Reply]  [No Email]
Henry Barnett from down around Erwin Tn. told this to me for true. He said that when he was young, his parents took in an orphan boy to raise. Now, the kid's name was Herbie. And, Herbie wasn't very bright in the brain department. But, he was a dare devil of sorts. According to Henry, When herbie was about grown, he jumped down from the back of a truck one night in front of a country store near a place called the fish hatchery. When he walked into the store, there were several men sitting around a pot bellied stove, whittling and achawing and asmoking. Well sir, old herbie went over to the RC cola case and took out a 16 oz bottle of Nehi Orange drink and popped the cap on the opener mounted on the front.

Now the people there notice that Herbie was acting with a higher degree of pride and confidence than he customarily exhibited. So, one of the men said, you seem to be in an extrodinarily good mood, Herbie, what's going one?
Well, Herbie began, in a manner reminisient to Barney Fife of Mayberry, I reckon I'ma goina get hitched, he declared. Now don't you know, a few mouths fell open but no one said anything. I guess they figured to play this one out and see where the thread would lead.

Now, the man that asked the first question, Ike Blevins, I think his name was, said, well, congradulations Herbie, whose the lucky gal? And, when Herbie spoke her name, mouths fell even wider. Ike said, Herbie, you can't marry that girl, he11! she's slept with every man in Unicoi. To which Herbie responded, I know Ike, but Unicoi ain't sech a big place.

But, let me take you back a few years when Herbie was an adolesent. As I said, he was a dare devil. And, he like to go to Johnson City on Saturdays to see his favorite Cowboys in the movie theatres. Usually, he'd hitch a ride with someone who could haul his bicycle to the city. Then if he couldn't get a ride home, he'd have his trusty two wheeler to ride back on.

Now there's a hill just on the outskirts of Johnson City where truckers would often get stopped by the traffic light. And, herby would wait until a tuck stopped and then he'd fall in behind with his bike and grab a tow. He had fashioned a stiff wire which was attached to the front of the bike with a hook which he would lay over the door handle at the rear of a trailor. When the truck took off, Herbie and his bike followed along behind.

In those days, (Late 40's) there was a roadside diner that the truckers like to frequent, about half way between Johnson City and Unicoi in an area known as the Buffalo Straights. On one particular occassion, a trucker started to turn into the diner for a bite to eat. What he didn't know was that Herbie had been doing the Gran Prix behind his rig. when the trucker slowed down for his turn, Herbie reached out across his handlebars and hoisted his hook off of the door handle. He then did the dare devil swerve and as the driver of the rig made his turn, he caught sight of Herbie coming up alongside him in the rear view mirrow. Now, seeing that bicycle going by caused the driver to also swerve to the right and nearly wreaked his truck.

Now, Everyone, I don't know if there's one ioda
of truth in this story. But, I've told it just the way it was told to me. Give or take a lie or two. .....gfp


Stormie    Posted 04-27-2004 at 09:32:43       [Reply]  [No Email]
I have to many of them. I always feel terrible for people who are broke down. I always try to offer help as long as my child is not with me (unless it is someone I know of or an elderly person) I have always thought that girls should be required to take a basic auto class in school as well as home ec. My dad taught me to change tires, change oil, spark plugs, fix leaks, ect... and it has really come in handy. Except when it comes to jumping a battery....can never remember if red is positive or negitive. Guess I should right it down somewhere. :>)


mud    Posted 04-27-2004 at 10:10:24       [Reply]  [No Email]
your dad sounds like mine. he is gone now. he was something.


New-gen    Posted 04-27-2004 at 09:12:41       [Reply]  [No Email]
Having owned and driven trucks for most of my working life I could tell you some tales that would curl your hair! And I have from time to time on this board--and will continue to do so as long as it looks like people are listening!


mud    Posted 04-27-2004 at 10:05:24       [Reply]  [No Email]
i hear you. i enjoy reading those.


New-gen    Posted 04-27-2004 at 10:42:44       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks-that's all the encouracement I need!! Glad you enjoy them!


WallSal55    Posted 04-27-2004 at 08:35:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well, had a spell in my life when mini-van
broke down a lot. Had to accept rides a lot to
get back home. (My spouse drank a lot, so his
judgement was not the best). For six months, I
insisted we trade it off, but that went in one
ear and out the other while he was under his
influence of procrastinating on everything.
Anyway, I got rides and knew mostly everyone.
However, the last ride I was trying to refuse from a man, said I'd walk 5 miles or wait for someone from our little village to pass by. Then some woman from our village just went right by and never stopped. He was very polite and all, said he wouldn't care if it was 5 miles in the opposite direction. SO, I said yes. (I would only get in if the handle was there--inside the door!)
When I got in this old delivery truck, I looked
at the door in disbelief and LAUGHED. He laughed
too. He said "Yeah, I know. About everything is missing from the door except the HANDLE! God I wonder how old that truck really
was! But it ran like a new one.
Got home safe and sound after swapping farmette
stories and financing woes.
(Hubby was a lughead back then) But when I told him about the polite man who helped, I've had a properly runnin' vehicle ever since.
So reminder to treat women folk well....
keep 'em safe...


Alias    Posted 04-27-2004 at 08:48:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
When I was a little boy, I liked to ride bikes, go fishing, play ball and do all sorts of boy things. But, I also liked to play house with little girls. Hey, I could serve up tea in those tiny little cups with the best of them. So, treating women folk well was a natural for me......gfp


r    Posted 04-27-2004 at 08:29:06       [Reply]  [No Email]
Nope, my best one includes a very PO'd Doberman, with sore feet, a woman soooo stupid that even Oprah, couldn't defend her, NY state trooper, and 120 feet of tractor trailer,,, never mind my hair is starting to hurt just thinking about it.
Later
Ron


Alias    Posted 04-27-2004 at 08:39:02       [Reply]  [No Email]
Don't do this to me! This story has all the earmarks of a good'n. It's got a dog with sore dogs, An average typical American woman, An up-nauth wearer of Rayban aviator sunglasses and an over sized, over length, (Probably a piggy-back rig), boy toy on wheels. Now, if you could somehow incorporate a mother, a jail sentence and some rain into the telling, you'd have yourself one heck of a yarn. Play around with it for a while and get back with us on this one. Thanks.......gfp


Ron/PA    Posted 04-27-2004 at 09:06:56       [Reply]  [No Email]
Ain't much to play with, 'bout 1986 or 87 I was pulling 2 48' trailers east on I-90 between Rochester and Syracuse. I pulled into a rest area to drain excess liquid, and do paperwork.All alone in there, I walked around, kicking tires, and checking lights, then climbed back in to do paperwork. 'bout 5 minutes later, I started to pull away, in excess of 100,000 lbs it went slow.
Suddenly a trans am, came roaring up on my left, and the woman was waving and blowing her horn. I thought she was a hooker and grabbed another gear, finally she pulled in front of me and cut me off. I climbed out just as P!ssed as I could be, and she was blubbering something about "her baby" Terror set in, and I thought I may have hit her child with my tires, I ran to the back trailer, and there tied to my ICC bar was a Dobey, with hot feet, (August) and a bad attitude. She couldn't get near the dog,,, I started to giggle, and she started to hit me,, up pulls a NY state trooper, wants to know whats going on? She's bawling, I'm laughing, and the cop's just staring. He takes the dog, puts it in her car, and she's cooing, and crying, and the dog just hates her with a passion. She can't get in the car, cause the dog's lunging at her, not me, not the cop,, just her!!
Finally the cop and I are trying not to giggle, and she decides to take up with the cop, where she left off beating on me,,, OOOOPS not funny.
Seems she decided that I must be sleeping, so she pulled up behind me, tied poochy to the bumper of my rear trailer rested her elbows on my bumper and was draining her excess liquid when I took off. She flopped in her own puddle, mile further and some darned sore pads, the pooch lost his sense of humor.
She ended up with several tickets, and when I left the dog still wouldn't allow her in the car, hehehehe
Ron


KellyGa    Posted 04-27-2004 at 21:48:28       [Reply]  [No Email]
Now that was a good story, you got storytellin in your blood! Poor dog, stupid woman, and poor you! You got any more of them stories hiding out back there in the back of your mind? :)


Alias    Posted 04-27-2004 at 13:11:27       [Reply]  [No Email]
And you thought that ain't much to tell!!!!
That is the funniest set of circumstances I've ever heard of in real life. If weren't for the poor dog, it would be downright hilarious. Got any more like that one?.......gfp


Grove r    Posted 04-27-2004 at 11:46:41       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thats a goodun, Ron...takk for sharring....R.E.L.


~Lenore    Posted 04-27-2004 at 11:07:11       [Reply]  [No Email]
I am speechless!!


Steve from TN    Posted 04-27-2004 at 10:54:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
Remember in American Vacation when Chevy Chase tied that old dawg that bit him every chance he got to his rear bumper? The cop was a little upset and Chase pretended to be. The Oswalds, I believe.


Chas in Me    Posted 04-27-2004 at 09:36:59       [Reply]  [No Email]
What a great story. I am LMAO too. That had to be real, noone could make it up.
Happy Trails
Charles


Stormie    Posted 04-27-2004 at 09:09:47       [Reply]  [No Email]
LMAO!


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