New Thread: What's Your Best Story Of Breaking Down Or Hitch-hiking Stories???

My brother relayed this story of woe. While he was in med. school, he shared an old Victorian house in Galveston with two other guys. Rocky was a nurse at the hospital. He came home one afternoon, plopped down on the living room sofa, and said in a woeful tone, "Mr. Lucky." The other guys asked, "What's wrong Rock?" He replied, "Well, I was towing the boat up to Clear Lake on I-45. Traffic was speeding up and slowing down. I had a good buzz going and was jammin' to the tunes. I looked to the right and my boat was passing me on the shoulder! Holy ****! We were both doing about 45mph, but the trailer began to slow down, still on the shoulder. I was praying out loud. Slower, slower, the trailer slowed to about 5mph and kinda' just meandered off the pavement. Got it made now, I thought, but nooooo, the ****** hit a hole in the dirt and bounced about a foot in the air. All the rollers punched through the bottom of the boat! Mr. Lucky"