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this happened.<br />
So <strong>of</strong>f we went <strong>to</strong> find something <strong>to</strong> try <strong>to</strong><br />
fix the problem. We bought a set <strong>of</strong> come-alongs,<br />
found a vacant spot in the parking lot,<br />
and began hooking them up.<br />
While I was under the trailer, someone<br />
pulled up asked what was going on; my wife<br />
began telling him what happened and what we<br />
were trying <strong>to</strong> do. The man got out <strong>of</strong> his truck<br />
and asked me if he could take a look. I said<br />
“Sure.” He proceeded <strong>to</strong> look over the axle<br />
and had me help him do some measuring, and<br />
tried a pull on the come-a-longs. We did this a<br />
few times and it was evident I did not have the<br />
<strong>to</strong>ols <strong>to</strong> do what was needed. We talked some<br />
and he asked where we were from and where<br />
were we going and all, then he asked me if I<br />
wanted <strong>to</strong> come over <strong>to</strong> his shop and he would<br />
have his man fix the trailer. Well, I was somewhat<br />
skeptical and I must have had that look<br />
on my face as he asked again for us <strong>to</strong> come <strong>to</strong><br />
his shop. He explained that, as it was getting<br />
late, his man would be getting <strong>of</strong>f soon, so I<br />
agreed <strong>to</strong> go. I thought, What do I have <strong>to</strong><br />
lose<br />
So we followed him through <strong>to</strong>wn with not<br />
a clue where we were going. Then we made a<br />
corner and he pulled in<strong>to</strong> a parking lot by a<br />
large building with, guess what, on the front<br />
<strong>of</strong> it—GEORGE KING’S FRAME AND<br />
BODY SHOP.<br />
Still, up <strong>to</strong> this point no introductions had<br />
taken place. I walked up <strong>to</strong> him and said, “I<br />
presume you are George.” He smiled and said,<br />
“The one and only.”<br />
He brought us in and introduced us <strong>to</strong><br />
Buddy, his frame man. We <strong>of</strong>f-loaded the<br />
bikes—my ’05 <strong>Wing</strong> and my wife’s Fat Boy—<br />
and put the trailer in the shop. In just a little<br />
while Buddy had it aligned.<br />
Mr. King, George, would not take anything<br />
for the work. All he wanted was a note when<br />
we got home letting him know how everything<br />
worked, and he said that he just liked <strong>to</strong> help<br />
when he could.<br />
We made the rest <strong>of</strong> the trip fine. The trailer<br />
pulled better, and we drove all the way<br />
home in the rain. Eureka Springs is a great<br />
place with super roads; there’s lots <strong>of</strong> fun stuff<br />
<strong>to</strong> do and the leaves were at their peak <strong>of</strong><br />
color.<br />
I have read letters from other <strong>Wing</strong>ers who<br />
receive help in <strong>Wing</strong> <strong>World</strong> magazine, but I<br />
never thought I would be writing a letter <strong>to</strong> let<br />
others know how good Mr. King was <strong>to</strong> us<br />
<strong>to</strong>tal strangers, and our good fortune in meeting<br />
George and Buddy. They both treated us<br />
like family.<br />
David & Vivian Willett<br />
GWRRA #231142<br />
DeRidder, Louisiana<br />
●<br />
May 2007 19