And I remember the beer store's closed Friday, and I'm going to be busy tomorrow night, so I throw my empties in my trunk, and head up Snake Rd. to Waterdown. Lot's of bikes out, both pedal and moto. Grab a few 9 packs of Cameron's Lager in town, and head back down Snake Rd. towards home. Coming through the valley and start up the hill towards the cemetery, and I see a guy on a bike at the side of the road half way up the hill. I think "that's not a good place to stop. he may be broken down", and slow right down. Pull up to the guy and ask if he's ok. He says not really, and asks if I know anything about bikes. I say "Ya, a bit", and pull up past the guard rail and off on the shoulder. As I'm walking back, 6 sportbikes drop into the valley heading towards Waterdown. I point to the guy and make the slit throat sign with my other hand. They all looked at me, looked away, and kept going (nice talikn' to ya, shmucks). Get to the Dead-in-the-water rider, see he's on a new CBR 250. Ask him whats wrong. he says the bike starts, but dies when he puts it in gear. He fires it up, snicks it into first, and it dies. I tell him there's a failsafe killswitch on the kickstand, and the bike wont run in gear with it down, Reach over with my foot and flip his stand up. "Try it now". He fires it up, snicks it into gear, and voila, it stays running. He rolls his eyes back and says he's a noob. I laughed, said we've all been there at one point. Love to stay and talk, but you're stopped in a really bad spot. Get your helmet on and get moving. Shook his hand and left.
And hearty virtual high five to the 6 guys that rode past and ignored a rider that may have been in serious trouble. Spodes.
And hearty virtual high five to the 6 guys that rode past and ignored a rider that may have been in serious trouble. Spodes.