Dad told me of a time in the late 60s when a neighbor took his family camping. The neighbor was pulling one of those small single axle campers that was kind of sloped in the back with his station wagon. Apparently the thing would get a little squirrely on him and start swaying. One time is happened and he had a couple of bikers on his six. Dad said the bikers thought the neighbor was doing it on purpose and pulled out a chain then started wailing on the camper with it as they sped up. The bikers quit as soon as they started and the guy never stopped until he got to his campground - the bikers had been gone for quite some time. Seems the chain was embedded in the corner of the trailer...with a finger still attached. True story.


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