Back in the early '80's, had a friend that had a small boat, seems like a Cobia. We left Tampa about midnight pulling the boat with his old barge of a car. We liked to get to Lake Okeechobee early, get breakfast and be on the 10 mile cut before dawn (Moore Haven).
Well about 2 AM or so, somewhere about Sebring, a convenience store was open and we stopped to get a coffee. We smelled something burning before we got the doors open. Smoke coming off the passenger side trailer tire...
What to do?? In the bible belt at 2 AM on Sunday morning...
Options;
Sit and wait at the store until after church when a parts store should open OR keep heading south real slow...
We went with option 2. No traffic on the road. Our other friend was a bit scared, so we had him in back seat watching the tire to let us know if the wheel came off... LOL The 2 of us knew that would do nothing but it made our buddy in the back seat feel better!
Empty road, we drove real slow and made it to Moore Haven just about sun rise. Ordered biscuits and gravy to go, backed down ramp, off loaded boat, parked car and away we went!
We fished and did ok, got turned around in the monkey box, old POS boat wouldn't always start without a fight, friend from back seat hadn't caught anything...
We need to get back and fix the trailer before everything closes! He finally had a bite! (not really, he was just hung! We felt bad and let him fight it! LOL Watching our watch and the sun. Finally he broke the line! Lets go!
Boat wouldn't start! Pull, pull, pull, taking turns pulling the cord and fiddling with it. Finally got it running, misfiring bad. Could only run at basically a rough idle.
As luck would have it, a fishing tournament was ending as we were putting up the 10 mile cut. Them big Ranger boats throwing 50 ft rooster tails, blowing us all over the place! They had to make the weigh in.
Finally made it back to ramp. Only our car and 1 truck was there.
Back seat buddy stayed to watch boat, and me and other friend took off to Roland Martin's Marina, probably about 25-30 miles away.
Got there just as a lady was locking the door.
Please!!! We just need a set of bearings! We are desperate!
She let us in! Bless her heart! Gratefully we grabbed the bearings and away we went!
Lifted up trailer and just pulled the wheel off! Oh boy! Bearings was melted-gone, inside of wheel was damaged. We jammed a bearing on each side of wheel (only way to do) and slide it on axle...
That was when we realized the washer that held bearings was gone! I guess that it completely melted on the way. What to do?!
I walked around looking for ideas, thinking hard. Aluminum can won't work... Hand in pocket I felt some change. Pulled out a couple of dimes...
Hey guys, I need more dimes!
An old man had loaded his boat and was pulling out. He was the last person there. I waved him to stop and asked if he happened to have a big washer.
No, he had too many tools stolen there and brings nothing, starting to drive away...
I said that I didn't think that the 5 dimes that I had holding the wheel on would make Tampa. He looked at me and said, What? Yes sir.
He walked over looked at it, scratched his head and said, Son, if you'll follow me home, I'll get you a washer! He couldn't believe it.
So away we go! Back seat buddy watching the wheel again (LOL) as we go over the levy, down the roads to the old guys home. Probably drove 10 miles or so, over bad roads. But the wheel stayed on.
He wouldn't let us do anything. With boat on trailer, we couldn't lift it as before, he brought out a jack, tools, washer and fixed it.
He stood up and shook my hand as I was trying to hand him some money.
He wouldn't take it. ...All that he wanted was the 5 dimes!
So if you ever find yourself around Moore Haven, ask an old timer about the 5 dime guy. That was me.
Inquiring minds want to know...