Comments - Seeing Odd things while Rving. - Good Old RVs2024-03-29T01:17:27Zhttps://goodoldrvs.ning.com/profiles/comment/feed?attachedTo=2093474%3ABlogPost%3A308384&xn_auth=noAnother weird ordeal was trav…tag:goodoldrvs.ning.com,2017-01-17:2093474:Comment:3084512017-01-17T02:27:11.550ZLakota Wolfhttps://goodoldrvs.ning.com/profile/LakotaWolf
<p>Another weird ordeal was travel just south of Santa Rosa New Mexico. Typical late evening traffic flow along the interstate, nothing out of character. Just cruising along,, jamming to some Sugarland,, attempting to sing along, when I hear that distinct sound of a motorcycle wide open full bore,,approaching rather quickly. I glance in the rear view as I go over a hill and dont see anything, but still hear a motorcycle approaching quickly,,, getting closer at a high rate of speed. I glance…</p>
<p>Another weird ordeal was travel just south of Santa Rosa New Mexico. Typical late evening traffic flow along the interstate, nothing out of character. Just cruising along,, jamming to some Sugarland,, attempting to sing along, when I hear that distinct sound of a motorcycle wide open full bore,,approaching rather quickly. I glance in the rear view as I go over a hill and dont see anything, but still hear a motorcycle approaching quickly,,, getting closer at a high rate of speed. I glance again in the mirrors and catch a glimpse of a single headlight. In the very few seconds I saw it, I felt the thud and heard the smashing of metal and glass. Holy Moly,, I just got nailed in the back end,,, I quickly slow down and hit the ole shoulder. I step out, thinking and knowing this IS NOT going to be pretty. I round the back of my trailer and there sits what used to be a full dressed chromed out bike, firmly implanted into the back of my trailer.</p>
<p>Heres the weird or odd part of this,,,, There is NO RIDER. No where. I climb up the back of the trailer and look over the roof,,, I walk all around the trailer,, looking everywhere. I can't find the rider. Another motorists stops and is looking over the impalled bike in the back of my trailer and he asks, where did the rider go?, We both look everywhere,, up above,, underneath, each side of the road,,, no where to be seen.. He uses his phone and calls the Police and they arrive shortly. They search and even call in a few more officers. With a dozen or so people walking up and down the road looking for our missing rider,,, he is no where to be found. After sitting there for 5 plus hours,, a wrecker removes the bike from the back of my trailer and I filled out the info the police wanted and they sent me on my way... Several months later I was going through the same area and stopped by the police dept. and talked with the original officer who handled the call and he said they still have never found out what happened to the rider of that motorcycle.. and even a trace of the motorcycles owner,, came up with no one,,, They couldnt even verify the V.I.N..... he said its just a case of a wild renegade motorcycle with no rider.</p> When I was just about to grad…tag:goodoldrvs.ning.com,2017-01-17:2093474:Comment:3083192017-01-17T00:21:20.397ZRich Thomashttps://goodoldrvs.ning.com/profile/RichThomas
<p>When I was just about to graduate high school I took on a motor rout delivering papers. On my route was a small abandoned; well almost except for one family that took the Sunday paper. It was way back in the woods and you had to cross an old iron bridge with a plank floor. The paper was delivered on Saturday night and almost every time I crossed that bridge I would see a shooting star. The houses all the same ceramic tile foundations and old faded lap board siding. It could be very intense…</p>
<p>When I was just about to graduate high school I took on a motor rout delivering papers. On my route was a small abandoned; well almost except for one family that took the Sunday paper. It was way back in the woods and you had to cross an old iron bridge with a plank floor. The paper was delivered on Saturday night and almost every time I crossed that bridge I would see a shooting star. The houses all the same ceramic tile foundations and old faded lap board siding. It could be very intense for some one who didn't know it was there. I often took a friend along that just liked the scare factor. He would ride along with a six pack just to get the courage to cross that bridge.It was a lot fun. </p> Now if that ain't a story!!!!…tag:goodoldrvs.ning.com,2017-01-16:2093474:Comment:3084492017-01-16T21:10:25.452ZDawn Michellehttps://goodoldrvs.ning.com/profile/DawnRobuck
<p>Now if that ain't a story!!!! Had the hairs on the back of my neck raised right along with you.</p>
<p>Now if that ain't a story!!!! Had the hairs on the back of my neck raised right along with you.</p> My wife and I volunteered as…tag:goodoldrvs.ning.com,2017-01-16:2093474:Comment:3083042017-01-16T16:25:03.915ZMarvin Taylorhttps://goodoldrvs.ning.com/profile/MarvinTaylor
<p>My wife and I volunteered as camp hosts at Bannack, Montana a few years ago. An old abandoned Gold mining town, that has been turned into a State Historical Park. Not restored, but controlled deterioration. A park ranger and family live on each end of town in original houses which has been modernized for them. They have some interesting stories similar to that that they have witnessed. Would encourage anyone to visit there if they have an opportunity. In late evenings, it seems if you…</p>
<p>My wife and I volunteered as camp hosts at Bannack, Montana a few years ago. An old abandoned Gold mining town, that has been turned into a State Historical Park. Not restored, but controlled deterioration. A park ranger and family live on each end of town in original houses which has been modernized for them. They have some interesting stories similar to that that they have witnessed. Would encourage anyone to visit there if they have an opportunity. In late evenings, it seems if you listen real close, and good imagination, you can almost hear the piano playing in the saloon. We were there about 6 weeks and enjoyed ever minute of it.</p>
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