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What Saved Your A$$?
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iamdub
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An ace of spades? I dont get it......
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ive needed the leatherman more than a few times.. I've carried this large blue roll up pouch of wrenches, and its only really helped others now that i think about it... saved a couple harley guys in Colorado when I was living out there, guys bike broke down and he knew what was wrong with it, and I came by after an hour of them sitting there, and pulled over(Being a life long motocross racer I stop for bikes pulled over).
I told them I had wrenches for them, dropped them off, went back 12 miles into town and got us a 6 pack of New belgium and 3 paninis... we chilled for over an hour after they were done. They looked like road hardened bikers, most people would say they look "gnarly", but i have 2 friends in clubs like that and they are soft teddy bears...lol they offered me money, I said absolutely not, they offered me a gram of *******, I said, naw im good, but is it ok to shoot that hand cannon you are holstering?? they both laughed, he pulls it out like a cowboy in a dual, which scared the **** out of me for a split second, and handed it over... "safetys off"... it was a .45 acp that they carried because they would camp in the mountains when they would ride together.. i capped off 2 rounds at a nearby tree, they both yelled "unload it!!!" while drinking there beers, and I fired till it clicked... they both howled like wolves yelling at the moon... it was so surreal and awesome at the same time. I have at least 3 wrench stories but I won't clog the thread up.
i always carry 2 quarts of oil, a rand McNally map book, and extra cotter pins, jumper cables, 5 clif bars and a gallon of water is always in every vehicle 100% of the time.
I told them I had wrenches for them, dropped them off, went back 12 miles into town and got us a 6 pack of New belgium and 3 paninis... we chilled for over an hour after they were done. They looked like road hardened bikers, most people would say they look "gnarly", but i have 2 friends in clubs like that and they are soft teddy bears...lol they offered me money, I said absolutely not, they offered me a gram of *******, I said, naw im good, but is it ok to shoot that hand cannon you are holstering?? they both laughed, he pulls it out like a cowboy in a dual, which scared the **** out of me for a split second, and handed it over... "safetys off"... it was a .45 acp that they carried because they would camp in the mountains when they would ride together.. i capped off 2 rounds at a nearby tree, they both yelled "unload it!!!" while drinking there beers, and I fired till it clicked... they both howled like wolves yelling at the moon... it was so surreal and awesome at the same time. I have at least 3 wrench stories but I won't clog the thread up.
i always carry 2 quarts of oil, a rand McNally map book, and extra cotter pins, jumper cables, 5 clif bars and a gallon of water is always in every vehicle 100% of the time.
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Pole climbing gear and a butt set.
I was driving to the upper peninsula of Michigan in the middle of the night using a few back roads that I knew to save time when my OJ Simpson era Bronco just flat out died on me at about 2am in between Nowhere and You're ****** Wisconsin. Normally it's no big deal but it was one of those stretches of winter when the high for the last 2 weeks was around 6*. Waiting it out until morning would've turned me into a popsicle with no heat in the car, the blanket I always have in my car was taken by my recent ex-girlfriend when she moved and I couldn't get a fire going due to the wind and blowing snow. I remembered seeing a pole lead maybe a mile back (working on utility poles I ALWAYS look at them now) so I figured I'd grab my gear and go make a phone call. That mile was more like 2-3 miles but the walk in my heavy work gear and heavy duty work clothes got my core sweating and although really REALLY cold my hands and feet were still working, face in the other hand was getting a bit of frostbite from walking into a 20mph wind. I got my hooks on and started walking to the pole only to realize that in this area of Wisconsin there are 6'-8' ditches between the road and poles. Dug myself thru the snow while trying to not stab my legs with the 2" metal spikes by my ankles only to get to the pole and realize that I lost the hammer I was going to use to break the ice off the pole while I climbed it and praying to God that there was a terminal up at the top on the cable. Climbed up while chipping ice off with a small screwdriver and channel locks (only tools left on my belt after falling in the snow covered ditch) and got really lucky to find a terminal to open up and clip the butt set on. I found a working pair in the terminal and called 911 while trying to give a good description of where I was. I have the splice number to the dispatcher and told them to wake up someone that works for the phone company to pull the number so they could find me faster. They told me to stay put but not moving meant getting cold and I was ok to make the trek back to my truck with the wind behind me I'd stay warmer and I needed shelter. Luckily the wind died down and snow stopped halfway back to the truck and when I was about 100 feet from my truck I saw something my brain couldn't make sense of, my truck was lit up like someone was shining a light on it and I kept hearing loud POP POP noises, which I thought was me losing it after being outside in the snow and cold for so long (2-3 hours). What I couldn't comprehend was that there was a car coming up the road from behind me and a snowmobile coming up from the side and the guy on the snowmobile was shooting at the wolves that were following me about 60 feet away. The big warm Suburban was being driven by the sheriff and the snowmobile was a guy that works for the phone company that lived a few miles away and took out his sled because he could get to me faster on it. The sheriff in the car said the wolves were tracking me from the time I came down the pole all the way back to my car. Got to sleep on a couch at the police station after the really nice sheriff made me some food and let me drink a shit ton of whiskey he had in the car and got my truck back and fixed the next afternoon.
Now there I one thing I ALWAYS have in my car which is a telephone butt set and a blanket once it gets cold out.
I was driving to the upper peninsula of Michigan in the middle of the night using a few back roads that I knew to save time when my OJ Simpson era Bronco just flat out died on me at about 2am in between Nowhere and You're ****** Wisconsin. Normally it's no big deal but it was one of those stretches of winter when the high for the last 2 weeks was around 6*. Waiting it out until morning would've turned me into a popsicle with no heat in the car, the blanket I always have in my car was taken by my recent ex-girlfriend when she moved and I couldn't get a fire going due to the wind and blowing snow. I remembered seeing a pole lead maybe a mile back (working on utility poles I ALWAYS look at them now) so I figured I'd grab my gear and go make a phone call. That mile was more like 2-3 miles but the walk in my heavy work gear and heavy duty work clothes got my core sweating and although really REALLY cold my hands and feet were still working, face in the other hand was getting a bit of frostbite from walking into a 20mph wind. I got my hooks on and started walking to the pole only to realize that in this area of Wisconsin there are 6'-8' ditches between the road and poles. Dug myself thru the snow while trying to not stab my legs with the 2" metal spikes by my ankles only to get to the pole and realize that I lost the hammer I was going to use to break the ice off the pole while I climbed it and praying to God that there was a terminal up at the top on the cable. Climbed up while chipping ice off with a small screwdriver and channel locks (only tools left on my belt after falling in the snow covered ditch) and got really lucky to find a terminal to open up and clip the butt set on. I found a working pair in the terminal and called 911 while trying to give a good description of where I was. I have the splice number to the dispatcher and told them to wake up someone that works for the phone company to pull the number so they could find me faster. They told me to stay put but not moving meant getting cold and I was ok to make the trek back to my truck with the wind behind me I'd stay warmer and I needed shelter. Luckily the wind died down and snow stopped halfway back to the truck and when I was about 100 feet from my truck I saw something my brain couldn't make sense of, my truck was lit up like someone was shining a light on it and I kept hearing loud POP POP noises, which I thought was me losing it after being outside in the snow and cold for so long (2-3 hours). What I couldn't comprehend was that there was a car coming up the road from behind me and a snowmobile coming up from the side and the guy on the snowmobile was shooting at the wolves that were following me about 60 feet away. The big warm Suburban was being driven by the sheriff and the snowmobile was a guy that works for the phone company that lived a few miles away and took out his sled because he could get to me faster on it. The sheriff in the car said the wolves were tracking me from the time I came down the pole all the way back to my car. Got to sleep on a couch at the police station after the really nice sheriff made me some food and let me drink a shit ton of whiskey he had in the car and got my truck back and fixed the next afternoon.
Now there I one thing I ALWAYS have in my car which is a telephone butt set and a blanket once it gets cold out.
Not really what was in my truck that saved me, but traffic the first time it was good for anything, was in area im not familiar with yesterday, there was a local festival going on, there were about 6 highway patrols directing traffic and i was casually cruising at 55 in a 35, had no idea, when an officer passed me he was starring me down, i looked at the wife and said he was looking pretty damn hard, then came up on the speed limit sign, oops doin 20 over lol, so much traffic he couldn’t have turned around if he wanted to.
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When my children were little we always kept water, extra diapers, wipes and a shirt for my wife and I in the van. Can't remember how many times those extra shirts came in handy from burping babies!
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Always nice to have a set of jumper cables
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