My buddy and I start off on the Trans-America Trail (http://www.transamtrail.com/) in Tennessee, planning to ride our motorcycles all the way to the Oregon coast mostly offroad. It's a Saturday afternoon, we've just had an oil change done on our KTM 640 Adventures.
Hours later as I'm rounding a bend my engine stalls, I look down and it's smoking. Turns out the guy who did the oil change only hand tightened one of the oil drain screws (LC4 engines have two) and it had vibrated almost entirely out. The only thing stopping it was skidplate below the engine.
The bike is unridable. It was the first day of the trip. I had it shipped out from the west coast. So much planning had gone into the trip. We're on a tight schedule. It's a Saturday night and the majority of motorcycle shop are closed on Sunday and Monday.
We do the next logical thing, get a few six packs of beer and a couple pizzas and start drunk brainstorming.
The next morning the two of us are riding on my friends bike. It's a 350 pound bike, my friend weights about 250, I weight 170, and god only knows what *both* of our gear weighs (including camping gear).
We look ridiculous.
The next morning when we're riding to get some breakfast, a guy in an old truck drives up next to us, rolls down his window and yells: "TWO GUYS ON ONE MOTORCYCLE....THAT'S SEXY!!!"
(It ended up working out in the end. We were back on trail, on schedule, a state away through transportation with a U-Haul and the purchase of a new bike in Nashville)
