Paraphrased from "A Christmas Story"
charlie b: Dadgummit! Broken cable! [on the highway, the Moto Guzzi has broken a throttle cable]
Mr. Parker: Ah ha!
[excitedly gets off the bike]
Mother: Not again.
Mr. Parker: Twenty minutes... Time me!
[narrator] Actually charlie b loved it. He had always pictured himself in the pits of the Bol d'Or.
ROFLMAO
I also have to admit that I like that. I was more like the early race drivers who fixed their own cars. :)
I learned early. My CB500-4 used to break clutch cables on a regular basis. Never broke a throttle cable.
Our cars frequently broke down in the old days, especially summers in AZ. Learned to change Vbelts and radiator/heater hoses when it is 115F outside (we always carried two gal of water in the cars, either for drinking or the radiator, extra section of heater hose and extra water pump belt).
So, yeah, roadside repairs were part of my upbringing.
