Three guys who never rode a motorcycle got into a plane and took off across the snow-capped mountains. They crashed. Though they felt lucky to survive, it was summer, and they were not dressed for the high mountains and the cold. They managed to siphon some gas from the plane’s tank and start a fire. Then they salvaged a bent piece of metal and used it to hold and melt snow so they had water to drink. They then cut strips from the plane’s leather seats, fried them to a crisp, and started chewing.
Meanwhile, the folks in the motorcycle club, who were on a two-day road trip, watched in amazement. They’d never seen anything like that in a hotel parking lot.
