Well there I was, happy as a pig in shit on my new bike. Just got it back from compliance and picked up the rego. How much better can life be?
Well I’m pulling out of a car park when a car decides to reverse into my path (doing a U turn or something). I stop suddenly and put my leg down quickly. My leg muscle goes into spasm and there is no way on earth I am going to balance my new bike on my collapsing leg. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I put her down as carefully and slowly as I can on straight handle bars, but by this stage I can’t even support my own body weight, never mind trying to protect my pride and joy (the new bike).
And then in a blink of an eye, this biker buzzes in, jumps off, and takes the weight of the bike. He sorts me out, asks me directions to Titerangi, and then Like the Caped Crusader off he goes, just as quickly as he arrived. It just happened so quickly and I didn’t even get his name.
So if you are a Kiwibiker, I owe you a beer and just want to say a very big thank you.
The comradery of fellow bikers is one of the reasons I enjoy biking so much and I suppose I have done the same for others a couple of times when I have been in the right place at the right time; however it was great to see that a fellow biker was there to help when I needed it.
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