I help anyone anywhere anytime.
I've towed a car off the desert road, I jump started a Harley at the Papakura Autobahn, I've changed wheels for old (and young) ladies, I've towed a van from National Park to Taumaranui, I've given CPR to an elderly gentleman on the side of the road near Katikati, I lent my boots to a hunting mate at Clements Mill Road, lent my bike to a mate & his new Chinese wife, let a mate borrow my Fobco Drill Press for 3 years, pulled umpteen small trucks & cars out of mud & shit & snow, turned over a rolled car on the Welcome Bay back road, found a lost dog, shot a wild cat etc etc
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My Dad taught me to always have the basics in the car - water, oil, tools, tow rope, torch etc. I thank him to this day, I've always carried it, never had to use it on myself (touch wood). I also keep a smaller similar kit in the bike (saddlebags are great).
"Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy" - Benjamin Franklin
I tend to do organised help with maintenance, rather than roadside stuff. As I'm yet to come across somebody stranded who doesn't look like they have things under control.
Best one was probably helping cowboyz bring his TT250 (iirc) back from the dead, still bloody surprised that thing went at all.
"A shark on whiskey is mighty risky, but a shark on beer is a beer engineer" - Tad Ghostal
Haven't come across any broken down bikers, and have only had a crash (no breakdowns) so I guess I don't have any of these great stories yet.
But it's nice to know you (the motorcycle community) care. I'll be sure to stop if I see any of you (bikers) in need.
When I was learning on my GN250 I had a quite low speed off after hitting some oil on a roundabout. A guy came over to ask if I was ok, offered to drop my bike off for me on his trailer, just super helpful. Of course he was a rider himself. I was amazed how helpful he was. Made me feel pretty good about bikers!
Jaffaonajappa lent me his trailer to pick up my bike. Was a massive help.
Bikers helping other bikers is a matter of time and place and completely dependent on the character of the bikers involved.
At one extreme, I owe my life to other bikers.
At the other extreme, I've had dozens weave their way between me lying on the road with a broken collarbone, assorted bits of dislodged luggage and an ST1300 lying on its side so they wouldn't be too late for the Boxing Day racing at Wanganui.
Some bikers are the salt of the earth. Other are just a pack of self-absorbed prize pricks. Gender makes no difference.
On that basis, bikers are no different from any other group in society. So stop sucking each others' dicks. Please.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
"Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy" - Benjamin Franklin
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
A few have helped me in the past to fall off.
many have helped me get intoxicated.
Ive run out of fucks to give
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