It is so cold today that I was reminded of this story, which I just posted on another thread. :
(Note: This is an apocryphal tale, told around a campfire in Laconia NH back in 1995. I have no idea if it’s really TRUE!)
Jack was the adventurous type, and he and some friends decided that they would ride their Harleys up the Alaskan Highway to the Arctic Circle, which is clearly marked with a sign. As the big day grew nearer, the friends opted out one-by-one, until Jack was the only one who wanted to go.
In spite of all advice to NOT do the trip alone, Jack was too proud to give up his quest.
And so he headed North. After miles and miles of lonely, steady driving, Jack saw the iconic sign up ahead.
This was in the days before smart phones, so taking a “selfie” involved setting up a tripod, mounting the camera, setting a timer, and getting into position for the shot. This was successful, and Jack then dismantled the tripod and camera, and packed them back onto the motorcycle. Then, he tried to start up the bike for the long trip home.
It was then that Jack saw that the carburetor was encased in ice. After a moment of abject terror at the thought of freezing to death, alone, at the Arctic Circle, Jack resourcefully bathed the frozen carburetor in 98.6 degree water from his own body, which melted the ice completely. The bike started up and Jack rode home as fast as his little wheels could take him.
The Moral of the story is this:
In a desperate situation, USE WHATEVER YOU GOT!
: ) and don’t eat the yellow snow
Very creative! My Grandpa used to pee around the perimeters of his garden beds - much to the horror of my Grandma, LOL!
He swore it kept the critters away...
Good thing Jack was hydrated 😄