So we just went to Low Rollers EOSB(end of summer bash) this weekend, and this is the tale:
Left around 7:15 for a 3.5 hour drive. Everything was going well until I smashed one of my 20's on I-80 in NJ right before exit 67. I bent the rim so bad that I could easily fit a finger or 2 between the bead of the tire and the lip of the rim, both inside and outside. Both my friends were in front of me and didn't see I stopped until they were well past the exit, so they needed to find a way back to me. 45 minutes later they found their way back to me with 3 cans of fix a flat. I managed to limp the truck off exit 67 into a neighborhood. We knocked on some lady's door to borrow a hammer. Lady was stoned out of her mind and nice enough to let my friend come into her house to get the hammer. We beat the rim back and gave it a try with the fix-a-flat and it held air. Off to the gas station to fill it up to 32psi and swap that rim for the rear one. (yea, no spare tire)
So we were back on the road again. Truck shakes like a motherfucker and my rim is beat to hell but we made it there. Then on the way home I managed to pop the line off my clutch master. Some brake fluid, a couple zip ties and a pair of vice grips and I've got enough clutch to get home. Then 30 minutes from home my friend runs out of gas. $17 for a 2.5 gal can and another 10 bucks to fill it and we finally made it home.
Took about 5-6 hours each way to get there and back.
Left around 7:15 for a 3.5 hour drive. Everything was going well until I smashed one of my 20's on I-80 in NJ right before exit 67. I bent the rim so bad that I could easily fit a finger or 2 between the bead of the tire and the lip of the rim, both inside and outside. Both my friends were in front of me and didn't see I stopped until they were well past the exit, so they needed to find a way back to me. 45 minutes later they found their way back to me with 3 cans of fix a flat. I managed to limp the truck off exit 67 into a neighborhood. We knocked on some lady's door to borrow a hammer. Lady was stoned out of her mind and nice enough to let my friend come into her house to get the hammer. We beat the rim back and gave it a try with the fix-a-flat and it held air. Off to the gas station to fill it up to 32psi and swap that rim for the rear one. (yea, no spare tire)
So we were back on the road again. Truck shakes like a motherfucker and my rim is beat to hell but we made it there. Then on the way home I managed to pop the line off my clutch master. Some brake fluid, a couple zip ties and a pair of vice grips and I've got enough clutch to get home. Then 30 minutes from home my friend runs out of gas. $17 for a 2.5 gal can and another 10 bucks to fill it and we finally made it home.
Took about 5-6 hours each way to get there and back.