As all good stories start off, this is no
. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in the middle of a state park in no where Texas and I was a dumping my tanks on my '34 ft Avion before I headed out to my next reservation. Well sir, the dump station had a huge steel plate that you drove over and stick'en up out of that plate, just under 2" long, was a 3/8th bolt. Sure as you are read'en this I drove over that bolt with all three wheels on the right side and, yup - you guessed it - three flat tires. Hey
not a problem
I got the service. Just call them suckers up on the ol cell phone, have a cool one, and I'll be back in business. Ha - not in no where Texas on a Sunday afternoon - no way - no how.
Then, just when I was a feel'en lower than a run over frog, along came a ranger who looked things over and went and got a 30 ton floor jack. Those of you not familiar with an Avion, they have independent swing axles. One for each axle. Me and that there ranger took off all 3 tires on the right side and the center one on the left side and put the spare and the center one from the left side onto the front and rear axles of the right side. That left the two center axles on both sides with no wheels what so ever ( did ya follow all that?). Drove to the town with my reserved rv space and the next morning, bought six new tires
Now! I'm here to tell you that I was mad as %*&%%$
at that ranger for a-hav'en that bolt stick'en out of that plate but at the same time, I could have kissed him for helping me out of a jam.
The moral of this story you ask? Damed if I know