Reminds me of the 1946 Harley I had.
I just got married and we rode from Buffalo, NY to Albuquerque, NM. Along the way, somewhere in Missouri, the top end starved for oil, and bent a push rod. Didn't have a lot of tools, but did have an axe. We took out the offending push rod and straightened it on the pavement. Finished the ride to NM... and back.