Saturday, a fantastic afternoon fer a ride and I'm on my V-Strom heading to Taupo. I'd headed out from home, through Te Pahu, Pirongia, Te Awamutu and Kihikihi and down the Western Bypass. I peeled off just past Mangikino and THAT'S where I should have checked me gas.
But I didnae, as the road was empty and there were some great sounds on the MP3 player and I was making great time - besides, that last bar on the gas gauge has to disappear, don't it? Anyway I was only 50km from Taupo.
After a while the little bar thing was joined by a petrol bowser thingo and they both started flashing..shit, I'm only 40km out - I should make it...
And I nearly did - I ran out about 12km short. Phucke.:slap:
So here I am tipping the thing over, hoping that there's a half a litre in the other side of the tank (there wasn't), when Roger turned up.
Roger was caning the snot out of a yellow Triumph when he saw me, stopped and offered to help. I said it'd be OK, I was gonna rung up HerIndoors and get her to sort summat out. But Roger insisted - he rode home to Taupo, grabbed a tin and drove back in his car.
When he came back, we stood on the side of the road and yarned about bikes for awhile, he'd just sold his Husaburg, and was not happy that he was gonna miss desert storm.
He refused any money for the gas and off he went...
What a guy.
This is one of thing's I love about motorcycles.
Motorcycle Karma - if you stop and help, you will be helped when you need it.
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