There was something that made me a bit angry. We made it out the trail, and started heading down on Hwy 89 and one of the front knuckles came loose. We had to dismantle the troubled knuckle, dig out the broken stud, and stuff it all together, and we saw a fair amount of rigs go by, and not one stopped to see if we needed a hand. We had it under control, hit the road, and not too far we ran into OldYeller and Minisimp with an exploded rear third member. We stopped and saw if they needed a hand, and they did. I know that those guys were there a while and saw the same guys that passed us. We helped them out with a jack and moral support. More rigs drove by, one actually slowed down, but Oldyeller waved him on since things were coming together. I can't stand to drive by a fellow wheeler that is broken down without seeing if he needs help. What is happening to our sport?
I drove by ya. I saw you looked like it was under control at the time. I did stop for minisimp because I was not sure what was goin on there. I actually was on my way to pick up lilbuddy at the top of the grade on 50. Blown motor!!! I took him all the way to Chico. Then drove home. Have no fear, chivalry's not dead yet!
