Oh, yeah, I had some C Rats. They were only 20 years old back in 72, still had some smokes in them. Ate them sitting at the base of Mt Mother F@#$%r on Camp Pendleton. Just help reinforce my decision to go Air Wing, never liked camping out that much. Still have my P38, and helmet, and knife. Just wearing that 50# pack on the front these days.
I'm guessing the crank rod that decided to pop out the left side of the motor this morning, and my boot filled with hot oil means I won't be riding my R3 anytime soon.