0li123
4th January 2013, 21:53
I had just been in touch with a generous member of kiwibiker who mentioned that he had some old gear that he no longer used, all I was after was a pear of summer riding gloves as it felt like mine were heaters running at 50 degrees all day every day. when I arrived at his place though he had laid out gloves, boots, a back brace and even a old jacket all of which were in good nick, it felt like Christmastime and it just so happened that it was in fact only days until Christmas. I gratefully accepted the gloves and back brace which I wore but we decided that we would tie down the jacket to my pillion seat using bungy cables (which proved to be not such a good idea). Leaving Hamilton I was just beginning to open my bike up on the free doing about 100-110 as I passed an old boy it a red ute.
The suddenly whack! the back wheel completely locks up, im snaking down the free way eyeing up the median barrier out of the corner of my right eye just trying to keep the bike in the right direction, the whole time I was just waiting for it to tip thinking this is gona hurt, this is gona hurt. Eventually I managed to bring the bike to a stop on the side of the free way still up right and in one peace. I take a deep breath and the see the red ute stop on the opposite side of the road and the old boy jump out and run across saying "fuck you did bloody well there boy, ive been riding bikes my whole life, thought you were fucked". Under closer inspection I found the jacket had been sucked into the back tyre some how, probably a loose sleeve I imagine and got jammed between the wheel and the back guard and then was subsequently torn to shit, the back tyre also had a gulf ball sized whole in it which firmly ruled out the possibility of me limping the bike home.
Time for my second dose of biker generosity, with it being about 7 at night and all the shops closed me a teiry attempted to lift the bike onto the back of his ute and tie it down. He asked me if I had anyone I could call but at the time there was no one. We jumped in the car and began to drive, the he looked to me and said "ill tell you what, Ill take your bike into the shop tomorrow and get it all fixed up for ya and you can take my bike home, ill ring you tomorrow and you ride back down and pick me up". I was completely stunned, couldn't be leave that some one who I had just meet would offer me that and thanked him profusely. We arrived at his place and he rolled out his old girl, which was a great example of a 88 Suzuki 700 intruder. I had never rode a bike like this and it was a huge contrast to my bike (CBR250RR) but I loved it and just cruzed the whole way home. the next morning just like he said he gave me a ring and I cruzed back down and gave him a bottle of whisky and a full tank of gas for his troubles.
I rode home a happy man, happy to be back on my bike and still buzzing from the generosity of both of the strangers I had meet the previous day. Absolutely awesome people.
The suddenly whack! the back wheel completely locks up, im snaking down the free way eyeing up the median barrier out of the corner of my right eye just trying to keep the bike in the right direction, the whole time I was just waiting for it to tip thinking this is gona hurt, this is gona hurt. Eventually I managed to bring the bike to a stop on the side of the free way still up right and in one peace. I take a deep breath and the see the red ute stop on the opposite side of the road and the old boy jump out and run across saying "fuck you did bloody well there boy, ive been riding bikes my whole life, thought you were fucked". Under closer inspection I found the jacket had been sucked into the back tyre some how, probably a loose sleeve I imagine and got jammed between the wheel and the back guard and then was subsequently torn to shit, the back tyre also had a gulf ball sized whole in it which firmly ruled out the possibility of me limping the bike home.
Time for my second dose of biker generosity, with it being about 7 at night and all the shops closed me a teiry attempted to lift the bike onto the back of his ute and tie it down. He asked me if I had anyone I could call but at the time there was no one. We jumped in the car and began to drive, the he looked to me and said "ill tell you what, Ill take your bike into the shop tomorrow and get it all fixed up for ya and you can take my bike home, ill ring you tomorrow and you ride back down and pick me up". I was completely stunned, couldn't be leave that some one who I had just meet would offer me that and thanked him profusely. We arrived at his place and he rolled out his old girl, which was a great example of a 88 Suzuki 700 intruder. I had never rode a bike like this and it was a huge contrast to my bike (CBR250RR) but I loved it and just cruzed the whole way home. the next morning just like he said he gave me a ring and I cruzed back down and gave him a bottle of whisky and a full tank of gas for his troubles.
I rode home a happy man, happy to be back on my bike and still buzzing from the generosity of both of the strangers I had meet the previous day. Absolutely awesome people.