Major thanks to the Beemer Guys at the Bovine

So after getting my nearly new Dunlop 220's perfectly squared off on my
totally awesome road trip to Colorado. (There are only four turns between SF
and Steamboat Springs) .. and after doing reasonably well at my 9:00AM job
interview, I set up the re-design the profile of my tires up on Mt Tam.
"This is Cool", I thought as I rediscovered actual cornering on the way over
the mountain to Point Reyes.
After a pleasant BSing session with a fellow rider who was gripiong a bit
about his new R1200GS, I discovered a most unpleasant thing...
A fucking flat tire, on my bike~!@$5*|
Of course my tire repair kit is in my office 46 miles away where it will do
me the most good.
Then Beemer Guys to the rescue.
The GS guy offeres to let me use his tire repair kit, but since neither of
had ever done this operation before it was anyone's guess if I could get it
to hold air again.
Beemer Guy #2 shows up in the nick to coach me along and the tire was
succesfully plugged, aired up and got me home.
So to Siggy and Lee, Thank you very much.
Aren't bikers cool?

 

I wonder if the hell's angels would have done the same thing?

 

Once, in her youth, my wife had a flat at night in her car. Before she
could start changing it, a guy pulled up on a motorcycle. Prison
tatoos, needle tracks on both arms, the works.

Outlaw Biker: "Can I help you?"

Wife-to-be (locking her door): "No thanks, I can manage."

The biker looked her over, went and changed her tire, got back on his
bike and took off.

Al Moore
DoD 734

 

heh

One in every crowd, eh?

 

Years ago, a friend stopped at the rest stop on the Baker grade (60 mi S
of Vegas) in the middle of the night when some poor bastard pulled in
with his car making an awful racket. The guy popped his hood and was
looking at it when a biker walked up to him and offered to help. They
saw the car needed some part - so the biker sent his girlfriend to Vegas
to pick it up (probably waking up the owner) as they removed the broken
part. The friend who told this story was so shocked by the whole thing
that he sat and watched for 3 hours! (besides, he had driven 800miles).
After it was all fixed, the cager offered some cash and the biker
declined saying "Next time you're in Vegas buy me a beer."

 

That's cool all right. I could have used someone like that when I had
two flat tires on my mountain bike and had to push/carry it 5 miles home.