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oldpara
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Well, relaxing, riding to work and Duh, dies.
Couldn't get it started so I lit a smoke and watched the traffic.
Had four people stop to help, it was nice !
First a woman in a car with out of state plate stops, asks if I'm OK and could she do anything to help. I thank her and ask her to just call the local police and tell them I'm here.
Next, a guy pulls his over burdened pickup off the road and walks over, we chat, look the bike over, talk about why the bike won't start, blah blah.
Turns out he's got an old Honda he loves to ride and has had his fair share of "crap" moments too.
Anyway I say all is good and thank him, he leaves.
Next guy pulls up on a Harley, older guy my age, same story, shoot the breeze talk about old bikes. I thank him and off he goes.
Next, a woman in a van stops, asks if I'm OK, says she'll notify the police for me and offers to wait to keep me company. I tell her she doesn't have to wait but thanks. so she leaves.
ten minets later she shows up again to "make sure I'm OK ".
We caht a little and the police finally show.
So the cop offers me a ride home, opens the car door and starts rearranging all the crap in the front seat.
A duffel bag, an AR15, thermos jug, etc.
I say, you want me to ride in the back ?
Naaa, he says, jump in.
We ride home and hes talking about the yahoos on cell phones, and people not paying attention, and I say "you ought to try riding a bike in this mess, it's nerve whracking sometimes"
He says yea I'll bet, it's nerve whracking riding in this cruiser.
So I'm home, waiting for the flatbed to show up, and given the people I met and talked with this morning I'm almost happy to have broken down.
Couldn't get it started so I lit a smoke and watched the traffic.
Had four people stop to help, it was nice !
First a woman in a car with out of state plate stops, asks if I'm OK and could she do anything to help. I thank her and ask her to just call the local police and tell them I'm here.
Next, a guy pulls his over burdened pickup off the road and walks over, we chat, look the bike over, talk about why the bike won't start, blah blah.
Turns out he's got an old Honda he loves to ride and has had his fair share of "crap" moments too.
Anyway I say all is good and thank him, he leaves.
Next guy pulls up on a Harley, older guy my age, same story, shoot the breeze talk about old bikes. I thank him and off he goes.
Next, a woman in a van stops, asks if I'm OK, says she'll notify the police for me and offers to wait to keep me company. I tell her she doesn't have to wait but thanks. so she leaves.
ten minets later she shows up again to "make sure I'm OK ".
We caht a little and the police finally show.
So the cop offers me a ride home, opens the car door and starts rearranging all the crap in the front seat.
A duffel bag, an AR15, thermos jug, etc.
I say, you want me to ride in the back ?
Naaa, he says, jump in.
We ride home and hes talking about the yahoos on cell phones, and people not paying attention, and I say "you ought to try riding a bike in this mess, it's nerve whracking sometimes"
He says yea I'll bet, it's nerve whracking riding in this cruiser.
So I'm home, waiting for the flatbed to show up, and given the people I met and talked with this morning I'm almost happy to have broken down.
How about alittle conversation?
