Your go to, to go two.

Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by BeerIsGood, Mar 3, 2012.

  1. Unstable Rider

    Unstable Rider Moto Fartografist

    Jul 23, 2010
    This thread is WORTHLESS.

    Much like saying "how long is a piece of string"

    I dont really mean that, I dont even know what that means.
    I saw someone else post that and thought they was a dope

    Poop-On. Nothing to see hear, pass the paper... :deal

  2. Grreatdog

    Grreatdog Long timer

    Apr 6, 2007
    Annapolis, MD
    I can handle a couple of mosquito bites on the ass way better than squatting on public porcelain filth. So my preference is a little quality time alone with Mother Nature. Which is why long rides feature a zip lock bag of TP in the old Wolfman. And, being a land surveyor, I do have some experience with the gotta go and no place to do it thing.
  3. IRideASlowBike

    IRideASlowBike Banned

    Feb 11, 2010
    SE PA
    I read this thread and had to shit. :lol3

    I'm writing this from the crapper.

    Oh, and +1 on the Coleman Biowipes. They're biodegradable, and I like them more than baby wipes because they're not coated with some slippery aloe shit. Available at any Walmart, along with Coghlan's camping toilet paper rolls. They pack much smaller.
  4. tokyoklahoma

    tokyoklahoma 75%has been 25%wanabe

    Jun 24, 2011
    N.W. Arkansas
    Always look before you sit, especially when you are somewhere that sells clear industrial adhesives. :lol3
  5. tvpierce

    tvpierce Been here awhile

    Sep 5, 2011
    McDonald's is always a pretty safe bet.

    I figure they've deposited enough shit in me over the years... why not return the favor? :rofl:rofl:rofl
  6. randyo

    randyo Long timer

    Nov 17, 2007
    Northern NewEngland
    I hate doing in town or suburban surveys. never have to worry about finding a place to crap when doing a woodlot survey. I carry TP in a ziplock as well on the bike. but out in the woods, spagnum moss is softer than any TP made
  7. little foot

    little foot Scratch and Sniff

    Jul 21, 2008
    The Springs, Oklahoma
    This is correct
  8. Starkmojo

    Starkmojo Chief Totberry

    Dec 23, 2011
    Where the valley rises up to the shifting mountain
    After years of remote biological surveys, fishing boats and barge work I can poop anywhwere- 5 gallon bucket, over the side, porta john tied to the back deck of a survey boat or cat scratch in the dirt.

    In fact it is kinda wierd now that I am 43 and get to use a flush toilet every day... not used to all the civilization.

    I dont carry TP, but I do have a pocket knife- cut the Tshirt sleave off if needs be. :evil
  9. bwringer

    bwringer Gimpy, Yet Alacritous

    Jan 22, 2008
    Until this thread I honestly thought I was the only weirdo who made it a point to shit at McDonalds as often as possible. :eek1

    Eat at McDonalds? No way. That's where everyone shits.
  10. inline4

    inline4 Long timer

    Nov 9, 2008
    the thing about MacD is no body washes their hands there...because they don't have paper towels, just the blow driers..I figure.

    decent coffee...
  11. Contevita

    Contevita Cigar Adventurer

    Oct 25, 2011
    Gulfport, MS, USA
    If you're on the interstate I find that the big rest stops/welcome centers at the state lines the restrooms are clean, at least in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and South Carolina. And you can get a free paper map.
  12. tvpierce

    tvpierce Been here awhile

    Sep 5, 2011
    Those paper maps would come in handy for Starkmojo... cut his wardrobe budget down to nuthin'. :rofl:rofl:rofl
  13. vortexau

    vortexau Outside the Pod-bay

    Feb 18, 2008
    Just off the Warrego, S.E. Queensland
    Its called a Bumper Dumper:


    Quite a few touring bikes in the US have Hitch Receivers. So, ya just unhitch the Lees-ure Lite camper trailer and fit the Bumper Dumper kit.

    If you are shy, you can take your H-D back behind a stand of trees for some screening from view. After use, you detach , and fold, the Dump Bag before packing that s-it away in a suitable space. . . . . Topbox?
  14. DepthFinder

    DepthFinder Portly Adventurer

    Apr 21, 2012
    Funny story...

    Riding down the tollway at 85 one day when a brown growler came out of nowhere and started trying to punch out my leather cheerio like Mike Tyson punching a donut. Instantaneous transition from "what a lovely day" to "oh crap, THIS is when you stand on the pegs."

    Anywho, I countersteered left to go right, swooped across 4 lanes and onto the exit ramp and nose wheelied into a spot at the first 7-11 and put down the stand, pulled the helmet, and then penguin waddle sprinted to the restrooms in the back. I rattled the door handle on the men's room, but it didn't budge and I heard a noise from inside. You know the grunts and groans of horror that are always coming from the cellar beneath the haunted church right before the dumb hot chick walks down the stairs in the vampire horror movies? That's the noise the poor ghoul was making in there. :rofl "Hmmmmm, the ladies' room might be empty" I thought. "Thank God Almighty!" Clicked the door lock, dropped pants and dropped payload mid-flight on the way to the seat.

    I want a porcelain house, because that stuff contained the power of a thousand Hiroshimas. Sitting there relieved, frigid sweat rolling out of every pore, I began to worry, and then chuckle, because I could imagine some proper woman waiting to use this little room after me :lol3 My maniacal laughter soon subsided when I realized that the true horror was yet to come: no TP!

    "SHIT! LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY" Yeah, I actually said all of that. The restroom was equipped with one of those locking buttpaper dispensers that lets the next roll drop down when the previous is spent. The problem is that there is no indicator that the visible roll is actually the backup roll. (Note: TP dispenser red/green safety flag would be a marketable idea :deal) Not. One. Square. My mind started racing. Soon I was talking to myself.

    "Pull yourself together, we've been through worse"

    "Right, maybe there are paper towels!"

    "Nope, just an empty cardboard tube mocking me with its non-absorbent properties"

    "Look! A wastebasket! Maybe you can wipe with discarded paper that, if you're lucky, some hobo only blew his nose with."

    "Nope, *digging through trashcan* just soiled diapers and tampons in here"

    At this point I decided to pull off my shirt and tear it into patches (did that once at a Golden Corral) Apparently that shirt has woven kevlar and kryptonite because I almost pooped again trying to tear it. I'm a pretty strong guy; I remove spring type radiator hose clamps everyday with my fingers instead of pliers. "Not gonna happen"

    "Where's my knife?"

    "In your tankbag silly, you were in hurry remember?"

    "Well yeah, I had to poo!"

    At this point my heart truly sank. I spent the next 10 minutes trying to decide how I was going to explain, over the phone, to the 7-11 lady, who appeared to not be very fluent in the english, that I needed her to go unlock the ladies' room, brave the foulest of stench, and bring me the finest roll of single ply that she had to offer. I finally decided that I would demand it. I mean, unless she wants explorers, thousands of years from now, to discover my mummified body in the underground chamber of self service fuel distribution, that she better bring the damned roll.

    Having that all worked out, I started through my gear for the phone. "It's in the tankbag too, stupid."

    "ALLES IST VERLOREN!" I cried, and then the ugly reality finally set in. I was going to have to remove the filth manually. If you've ever seen 127 hours, you'll know that it took me a while to get my mind right about the task "at hand." That guy had to chop his arm off with a rusty chinese pocket knife, but surely he didn't have to stick his fingers in something that looked and felt like warm chocolate pudding, did he? :cry I'll spare you any more details, but there wasn't any soap left after I was done washing my hands.

    Apparently the woman who worked there forgot I had gone into the back half an hour before, because she seemed startled to see me come walking through with the grin of a man who had just reached the summit of Everest or killed a grizzly bear with his bare hands. I thanked her for her hospitality and said "Ma'am, the ladies room is out of tissue"

    The look on her face was priceless :lol3

    I now carry TP when riding anywhere. Also, I don't go to 7-11.
  15. livo

    livo Been here awhile

    Mar 26, 2012
    West of Brisbane, Australia

    Yessssssssssssssssssss! This thread is back! :clap

    When you take a dump in a McDonalds bathroom = McShit

    When you try to take a dump in a McDonalds but the staff stop you and say it's for customers only and you reply, I'll buy something on the way out = McShit with lies
  16. Vankaye

    Vankaye n00b on the move

    Mar 14, 2009
    + 1000 on the wet wipes. Who ever thought dry paper was a good idea?!?

    Would you use dry paper to wipe peanut butter of a haystack? :huh
  17. mrbreeze

    mrbreeze Long timer

    Jan 13, 2007
    when I was a kid, about 8 or 9 years old. We lived in Germany. One day my family went shopping in some German department store, and while there, I needed the facilities.

    I did my business, and then discovered there was no tp.

    Fortunately, there was wallpaper. :D
  18. Treedguy

    Treedguy Long timer

    Mar 24, 2008
    NY Hell
    Extreme shitting is a pretty entertaining contest.

    When you work out doors and at all hours, you get creative.:evil
  19. PostIt

    PostIt Been here awhile

    Jan 27, 2012
    Chester County, PA
    ADV never lets me down..

    I go to The Catskills in NY 3 times a years with my fathers close friends. I am the youngest by 30 years up there and the stories these guys tell never cease to amaze me. Neither do their shits. I have never been around a bunch of guys that all have the ability to turn a bathroom into a superfund site. It's impressive.

    Needless to say there is always a wait to get into the bathroom. One morning after enjoying my cup of coffee and taking in the incredible views I had to answer the call of the wild. It came quick so I jumped from my chair and headed inside to pinch one off. Surprise, the bathroom was taken. From there I began to pace feverently up and down the hallway trying to decide what to do next.. Sweating and seriously contemplating crapping my pants I had an idea! THE WOODS!!

    I ran to the kitchen and grabbed paper towels (soaking wet of course) and made for the treeline. I found my place and dropped trow. I cranked out one of the meanest most awful smelling pieces of shit at the base of a spruce. Success.

    Something about taking a dump in the woods make you feel like an animal. It's great, everyone should try it. Squating down low like that also makes you crank out some pretty impressive turds. :evil
  20. hscrugby

    hscrugby "That guy"

    Jan 11, 2010
    Raleigh, NC
    Hotels. Hotels always have nice clean almost completely unused bathrooms in the lobby. :evil