I’ll start. Riding a gorgeous 2001 BMW R1100S in Yellowstone National Park on a trip with my Dad, I shift from 3-4 and get no power with throttle, and grindy noises... with what little forward motion the bike would give me I get to a trailhead parking lot next to the big lake.Pops circles back, and then heads off in search of cell service to call AAA. I twiddle my thumbs for a bit and walk around before remembering that Yellowstone is grizzly bear country. I’m struck with my inability to flee such an apex predator, and decide to stick by my bike so I could maybe honk the horn and rev the motor to scare one off.Waiting a few minutes turns into one hour, then two, I start to be a bit worried. I later learn that National Parks do not just let any ole tow truck come to your rescue, so there was 1 parks endorsed tow truck in the whole place, which eventually flatbedded my BMW away. Rode 2up with pops for the first time to Jackson Hole about 5 hours later.A transmission shaft spline failure was the culprit, with only 28,000 miles on the bike. It ended our big trip after only 50% of the plan completed. Sad day as I never rode that bike again, but at least it wasn’t raining and I didn’t become a grizzly bear snack via /r/motorcycles https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/f42qp6/tell_us_about_the_most_inconvenient_timeplace_you/?utm_source=ifttt
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