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

I'll try to keep this short.
November 1992, I lived in Tri-Cites,WA. I was moving back to my old home town P.A. driving my '69 charger w/a 383 stroker. I left Tri-Cites at 5 a.m. Temp was 51* above FYI.
As I got near Yakima,WA. I ended up in a race against a mid 60's vet'. We were neck in neck @ 130 mph, my car was loaded also, we called it a draw after 8 or 9 very quick miles.
As I got closer to the Summit, it was snowing bad, weird, but whatever I told myself. State Troopers had everyone stop at bottom of the hill. Chain up or turn back. I had a pair or bais ply snow tires in the trunk mounted up plus a set of chains. I put tires on as the Trooper said to me, Mr. you nuts, pardon me after words, I said no big deal, I'm from Alaska. He said beautiful charger you have, please be carefull.
I drove on, through 2 feet of snow at times, fresh and not fun, cold, windows fogged up, heater stopped working, -15 below on top of mountian.
I kept buying two cups of coffee at every stop, not shutting the charger off, one cup to drink and one between my legs to help me stay warm.
After 5 hours of driving through hell. I hit North Bend,WA. 55* above finally. I swapped my rear tires back to mag wheels and drove home to P.A. My car was black from dirt and snow, I almost cried seeing it so dirty. Took me 13 hours to drive a normally 4.5 hour trip.
Yeah, good times, not!
Unforgetable though, thats for damn sure!

Mark