Today, I saw my very first rider bin right in front of me.
And it scared the shit out of me.
I've seen a lot of accidents AFTER the fact, usually when surrounded by my big white bus and surrounded by senior medics who can usually help me avoid killing people, but today it was in the middle of nowhere, it as a KBer, and it freaked the living shit out of me.
The following 2 or 3 bikes traveling with horizontal riders didn't really help either.
But what happened after the bin/s was sheer fucking magic.
Wet, soggy and smelly bikers, stopping and lending a hand, inquiring into the welfare of the binners, and making short work of eventually scraping three sad bikes into the driveway of a highly charitable farmers estate. (I'll be taking some choccies out sometime this week...)
A former biker jumping in a wagon and hauling 2 sad bikes back to Chez Donor for inspection/storage. (Box of beer coming HIS way)
Now THIS is what KB is about to me.
We can talk shit about how the place is falling down, oh woe is us, blah blah bullshit waffle etc...
But the spirit we know of KB, is still there, always has been and always will be.
I got to help a few people out, and the best thing is, I know that if I were the one in need, others would not hesitate to offer their services.
You guys and gals rock.
Ride safe folks, and good seeing some new faces today.
Nigel.
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