Got the leg out of a cast at the end of last week.
Saturday cranked the R1 for its first spin in 2 months. So off to the servo to fill up. Get 2kms from the gas and she splutters and dies on a straight bit of road with a bit of traffic.FUCK.
I cant push her, legs still dodgy, so hunt around for a stone or something to stop my stand sinking into the mud and a see a light in the distance.
A Trumphy pulls up and without hesitation dumps his girlfriend off the back to look after my bike and we are off to the servo for some gas.
Unbelivable, and in less than 5mins I'm back pouring the precious into the tank.
Restores my faith in all things biking.
So the moral of the story?
Always stop to make sure a fellow biker is OK, because some day it may happen to you......
A big thanks to LES and his lady at the locksmiths here in Whakatane ....hope burger fuel in vegas was yummy!
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