SlowlySinking
Master Chief Petty Officer
- Joined
- Oct 31, 2002
- Messages
- 897
Re: Worst towing story or accident.
It was the summer of 1966, my buddy Norman was just released from the Air Force in California and had hauled his worldly possessions across country in a homemade wood trailer towed by another friend to Pittsburgh, a bus trip to Long Island and we headed back for the trailer, a side trip for gas yielded a $50 speeding ticket in some kangaroo court, on the way home from Pittsburg about 2 AM on the Pa. turnpike one trailer wheel bearing siezed and there went one tire and rim to who knows where, of course no spare, didn't matter, we also had no lug wrench or jack, we had no choice so we continued on at 60 MPH with a long trail of sparks following us, every passing car beeped and pointed as if we didn't see this roman candle, duh, we were too drunk to see,
we continued until the hot axle set the wooden trailer on fire, panic set in
and of course we had no fire extinguisher, fortunately all the beer we had drank came in handy, phew, what a stink, never pee on a wood fire. Now remember, this was before the letters D W & I were ever used as a phrase, so we got the fire out and we continued to a truck stop, rented a U-Haul, grabbed more beer, quickly switched the stuff, popped the plates, abandoned the wood trailer, and beat it out of there. Sometimes I wonder how we managed to stay out of jail.

It was the summer of 1966, my buddy Norman was just released from the Air Force in California and had hauled his worldly possessions across country in a homemade wood trailer towed by another friend to Pittsburgh, a bus trip to Long Island and we headed back for the trailer, a side trip for gas yielded a $50 speeding ticket in some kangaroo court, on the way home from Pittsburg about 2 AM on the Pa. turnpike one trailer wheel bearing siezed and there went one tire and rim to who knows where, of course no spare, didn't matter, we also had no lug wrench or jack, we had no choice so we continued on at 60 MPH with a long trail of sparks following us, every passing car beeped and pointed as if we didn't see this roman candle, duh, we were too drunk to see,