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

bigmacdak. I went to OU so I know all about the canadian river. LOL. we used to go down there with a keg all the time and get wasted while 4x4ing around the river. Luckily we had tow ropes and winches. That is a hilarious story.

One summer when I was about 15 and my parents had a 1966 Valiant 100 that they used as a second car and fishing car. We would drive it to all the fishing holes in and around Oklahoma City. My Dad, step mom and I all ended up going to Canton Lake to this secret little fishing hole that had the best bass fishing you could imagine. 5-pounders all day long. The Crappie and Catfishing was great too.

We had been there a few times before and usually did some dove hunting as well. The farmers around there were really nice and didn't mind. The only issue getting back to the fishing hole was the road was really bad. It was rutted out and usually filled with muddy water. We had mud tires on the little /6 Valiant and would haul asss mudding though the big puddles. It was such a blast. Mud flying everywhere. The car was so light it really performed great.

Well it must have rained pretty good since the last time we were there and there was one big long puddle of about 100 yards and 25 yards wide. My Dad stopped in front of it and looked for about 10 seconds and looked and me as said. YOU READY? I shook my head OH YEAH!!!!. We backed up the little Valiant and got up some speed and went for it. We'll we made it about 50 yards into the puddle and stopped cold. The water and mud was just past the door sills and we had to get out and start pushing in the mud. We tried jacking the car up and moving the rearend but it was not working. We even tried putting wood under the tires. No go.

My Dad and I ended up walking about 5 miles to this old farmer's house and told him our dilemma. We all hoped in his huge John Deere tractor and head back to the little Valiant. We get to the car and he just pushed us right out. He thought we were crazy driving back on these roads. He said that he hardly seeing anyone back here but we told him we loved the fishing. He nodded his head with a smile because he knew the fishing hole and knew good and well that we were having a great time.

This little Valiant ended up being my very first car. I owned it until last year. Thankfully, I have lots of great parts from her that went into my 66 Convertible. Good times in that little Valiant. Guess that's why I have 2 of them now.