I hate to admit this but I got it beat..... I wish I had pictures because the story doesn't do it justice.
2001 coming back from Sturgis. A class A, which I'm in that's pulling an enclosed 4 bike trailer, and a Silverado pulling an open 2 bike trailer, which my Dad's driving with his GF. This trailer was borrowed from a buddy of ours
. We have a set of walkies we're using to communicate with. Somewhere in Wyoming we had to fuel up. We were in front so we exited and stopped at the only open station in town. I radioed Pop's and told him the exit. We were about 1/2 mile off the freeway and I was standing at the station entrance waiting. All I could hear on the walkie was a loud Waylen Jennings and Pop's yelling "
getting off". I told him to turn down the radio...... As I stood there waiting...... I started to hear the truck which didn't sound right. I could hear a scrapping sound. I radioed pop's and asked, what the hells that noise? He reply's "what noise?"
I said TURN THE RADIO DOWN! I see the truck round the corner and notice that the handle bars of both bike are leaning to the right at 45 degrees.
He pulls up and stops, gets out and says "what the ****?" We're all dumbfounded... Longer story short, he had a flat on the right side. He drug that trailer rocking out to Waylen and shooten the **** with his GF as the trailer wore all the way through the tire, wheel, hub to the spindle and part of the frame, all the lights either missing or hanging by a wire, two straps broken and 70K worth of Harleys hanging by a prayer.
Ask me about the rest of the trip!
