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I went to the aid of a riding buddy today to move some of his furniture into his new home. Was over a 300 mile trip for me to do this. He was recently in an accident (hit from behind on his R1) and broke his collar bone pretty bad. His wife is soon to give birth and of no real help either. Their house was finished ahead of schedule, and they have been doubling up on payments and knew how important it was for him and the family to get moved...so off I go.
Finished everything around 4ish and start driving the truck home. I always leave my canyon dancer and 4 straps in it so if I ever have to call the wife she can grab the ramp and go.
Well about 15 miles from home, thunderstorm rolling in, I see a bike on the side of the road. No biggie I think, he is getting rain gear out. NOPE I got closer and was almost past when I see he is having issues. I did a quick pull over out of traffic. Asked "if he needs help", and he asks "if I have a cell phone". I then told him "I have straps if he needs a tow".
This guy stands up...he is Flipping huge, tattoo's going down both arms, wearing overalls, easily standing 6'7 250ish not fat at all...(gulp) Here I am putting along in my Mazda pickup, "rice rider" and am a little worried about my decision for stopping...too late now.
So thers a perfect hill to load this big ass bike up, my truck squats like I just put a ton of bricks in it. It now pouring rain, we're both hoping my truck makes it out.(it does) and I start talking to the dude. He tells me "I just got finished changing a tire for an old couple in a truck that he thought was mine, and they asked if they could pay him for helping. He says no, but if you ever see a biker on the side of the road, stop and see if they need any help. They usually just need to make a phone call".
Turns out he was Ex-military too, (I just got out) and turns out to be a pretty cool guy.
Hopefully ill be lucky to have someone help me like I helped these two guys today when im in need. Feel pretty good about myself tonight.
Finished everything around 4ish and start driving the truck home. I always leave my canyon dancer and 4 straps in it so if I ever have to call the wife she can grab the ramp and go.
Well about 15 miles from home, thunderstorm rolling in, I see a bike on the side of the road. No biggie I think, he is getting rain gear out. NOPE I got closer and was almost past when I see he is having issues. I did a quick pull over out of traffic. Asked "if he needs help", and he asks "if I have a cell phone". I then told him "I have straps if he needs a tow".
This guy stands up...he is Flipping huge, tattoo's going down both arms, wearing overalls, easily standing 6'7 250ish not fat at all...(gulp) Here I am putting along in my Mazda pickup, "rice rider" and am a little worried about my decision for stopping...too late now.
So thers a perfect hill to load this big ass bike up, my truck squats like I just put a ton of bricks in it. It now pouring rain, we're both hoping my truck makes it out.(it does) and I start talking to the dude. He tells me "I just got finished changing a tire for an old couple in a truck that he thought was mine, and they asked if they could pay him for helping. He says no, but if you ever see a biker on the side of the road, stop and see if they need any help. They usually just need to make a phone call".
Turns out he was Ex-military too, (I just got out) and turns out to be a pretty cool guy.
Hopefully ill be lucky to have someone help me like I helped these two guys today when im in need. Feel pretty good about myself tonight.
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