twowheel99
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Hey Gang;
It's a slow day here at work so I decide to do a follow-up on my Life Changing Events story. I just wish sometimes I would have paid more attention in school so I could write like some of our other members like: Raywood or Fibersnake and some others.
I put a link to the first thread for those who may missed it, so anyway here goes the second installment.....
I've been living here in the Myrtle Beach South Carolina area for the past 16 months now after living in Virginia most of my life(the natives here consider me a Yankee) even after I tell them if it hadn't been for the soliders & general's from Virginia the Civil war wouldn't had lasted but about 6 months.
My ancestors we're from a poor but proud background and made the living off of the land mostly farming & logging in a little area in the mountains of Virginia called Deerfield(remember this name). So like I said been living here in paradise for the past 16 months trying to eek out a living in a tourist town during this bad economy, I arrived here in June of 2008 after being married for 34 years and now being divorce and trying to make it alone again. I found a job through a mutal friend with the same company he worked for, I only had my two bikes as means of transportation so I loaded up my 98 Electra Glide and headed down the road with just my clothes and a few personal belongings. The first 100 miles of the trip was a very somber as I was leaving everything I had ever known(friends, job, home, girlfriend). I was making good time and the weather was nice and I started looking forward to having dinner with friends that eveing and getting settled in to my new surroundings. After another couple of miles down the road I noticed that my amp gauge was reading lower then normal so of course I focused all of my attention on the traffic and the gauge. I stopped at my first fuel stop and checked the usual items(stator plug, battery connections, etc.) fill up with fuel and fired up the old Harley and headed back out on the highway. Well I traveled about another 20 miles or so and noticed the gauge was reading lower then before so now I need a plan, I remembered to bring my HOG map so I pulled safely off the side of the road and check it for the nearest dealer location, lucky for me that it wasn't but a couple of miles down the road(the next exit) so I pushed on hoping to make it. Of course the battery had just enough juice left in it for me to make about another 500 yards and it just shut down so I drifted to a underpass and got on my cell phone and call the dealership, no problem was the answer and they would send someone right out to pick me up. Sure enough, 20 minutes later was a shop truck & trailer stopping in front of me and we had my bike loaded up and on our way to the dealership.
I walked in and told them that I thought my stator was bad and what the symptoms were, they unloaded the bike and had a mechanic check it out, sure enough that was the problem, of course bad stator got my voltage reg and maybe my new battery. The shop doesn't have the parts since my bike is 11 years old and its a EVO, so here I sit in a strange place with a broken bike on my way to a new begining with a new job that I have to be at on the Monday. I called my girlfriend and told her what had happen and ask her to just stand by in case I need her to come 200 miles and pick me up and take me the rest of the way. I started thinking this must be some kind of omen as I was unloading my bike of all of my gear, then I remembered one of my Big Dog forum brothers and that he didn't live very far away. So I retrived my trusty cell phone and call my forum brother Pisssed aka Tim, I explained my situation and he said no problem and he would pick me up in a couple of hours and he would loan me a vehicle so I could get to South Carolina late that evening. As good as his word a couple of hours later he pulls up to the H-D dealership, jumps out and shakes my hand and helps me throw my gear in his car and down the road to his house we go, we had met only two other times but had become friends. The trip to his house flew by as we caught up on old times and after he told me about his offer to loan me a car until I got back on my feet. I have to tell you I was overwhelmed with emotion, I call my girlfriend and told her everything was going to be alright and I would call her once I arrived safe & sound in Myrtle Beach. I've wanted to write this and tell everyone on here for along time but just never could put it into the right words or give this act of kindness & friendship what it acutally deserved. Needless to say Tim and I have become great friends and we stay in touch even though he doesn't visit the forum site very often, but the main reason I wanted to share this with all of you is that no matter how bleak thing look or how bad things may seem there are still some great hearted souls that walk this earth and I'm proud to say one of them is my friend Tim.....
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To Be Continued.......
Hey Gang;
It's a slow day here at work so I decide to do a follow-up on my Life Changing Events story. I just wish sometimes I would have paid more attention in school so I could write like some of our other members like: Raywood or Fibersnake and some others.
I put a link to the first thread for those who may missed it, so anyway here goes the second installment.....
I've been living here in the Myrtle Beach South Carolina area for the past 16 months now after living in Virginia most of my life(the natives here consider me a Yankee) even after I tell them if it hadn't been for the soliders & general's from Virginia the Civil war wouldn't had lasted but about 6 months.
My ancestors we're from a poor but proud background and made the living off of the land mostly farming & logging in a little area in the mountains of Virginia called Deerfield(remember this name). So like I said been living here in paradise for the past 16 months trying to eek out a living in a tourist town during this bad economy, I arrived here in June of 2008 after being married for 34 years and now being divorce and trying to make it alone again. I found a job through a mutal friend with the same company he worked for, I only had my two bikes as means of transportation so I loaded up my 98 Electra Glide and headed down the road with just my clothes and a few personal belongings. The first 100 miles of the trip was a very somber as I was leaving everything I had ever known(friends, job, home, girlfriend). I was making good time and the weather was nice and I started looking forward to having dinner with friends that eveing and getting settled in to my new surroundings. After another couple of miles down the road I noticed that my amp gauge was reading lower then normal so of course I focused all of my attention on the traffic and the gauge. I stopped at my first fuel stop and checked the usual items(stator plug, battery connections, etc.) fill up with fuel and fired up the old Harley and headed back out on the highway. Well I traveled about another 20 miles or so and noticed the gauge was reading lower then before so now I need a plan, I remembered to bring my HOG map so I pulled safely off the side of the road and check it for the nearest dealer location, lucky for me that it wasn't but a couple of miles down the road(the next exit) so I pushed on hoping to make it. Of course the battery had just enough juice left in it for me to make about another 500 yards and it just shut down so I drifted to a underpass and got on my cell phone and call the dealership, no problem was the answer and they would send someone right out to pick me up. Sure enough, 20 minutes later was a shop truck & trailer stopping in front of me and we had my bike loaded up and on our way to the dealership.
I walked in and told them that I thought my stator was bad and what the symptoms were, they unloaded the bike and had a mechanic check it out, sure enough that was the problem, of course bad stator got my voltage reg and maybe my new battery. The shop doesn't have the parts since my bike is 11 years old and its a EVO, so here I sit in a strange place with a broken bike on my way to a new begining with a new job that I have to be at on the Monday. I called my girlfriend and told her what had happen and ask her to just stand by in case I need her to come 200 miles and pick me up and take me the rest of the way. I started thinking this must be some kind of omen as I was unloading my bike of all of my gear, then I remembered one of my Big Dog forum brothers and that he didn't live very far away. So I retrived my trusty cell phone and call my forum brother Pisssed aka Tim, I explained my situation and he said no problem and he would pick me up in a couple of hours and he would loan me a vehicle so I could get to South Carolina late that evening. As good as his word a couple of hours later he pulls up to the H-D dealership, jumps out and shakes my hand and helps me throw my gear in his car and down the road to his house we go, we had met only two other times but had become friends. The trip to his house flew by as we caught up on old times and after he told me about his offer to loan me a car until I got back on my feet. I have to tell you I was overwhelmed with emotion, I call my girlfriend and told her everything was going to be alright and I would call her once I arrived safe & sound in Myrtle Beach. I've wanted to write this and tell everyone on here for along time but just never could put it into the right words or give this act of kindness & friendship what it acutally deserved. Needless to say Tim and I have become great friends and we stay in touch even though he doesn't visit the forum site very often, but the main reason I wanted to share this with all of you is that no matter how bleak thing look or how bad things may seem there are still some great hearted souls that walk this earth and I'm proud to say one of them is my friend Tim.....
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