Good Samaritan Day
So I decided to pick up some extra miles on my ride home, and I had 1 hour to do it in. Left work and started off on a nice 12 mile route and saw a young man walking his bike on the bike path. Stopped to offer my help and his back tire had slipped out of the dropouts and the tire was rubbing on the frame. Poor kid had not a clue how to fix it soooooooooo, we flipped his bike upside down, I pulled out my trusty Leatherman (it wasn't QR levers but actual bolts) and proceeded to fix his bike. He was all manner of impressed that I A)knew what the problem was and B)had tools With me that could fix it. Got him up and riding and continued on my journey, kinda with less time than I had originally planned but still enough to pick up the miles and Still make it home for my meeting.
Started climbing a long, steady overpass and here come 2 kids weaving and bobbing their way Down the overpass and one calls out "you got a pump?" Well...as a matter of fact I do soooooooooooooooo, we flipped his bike over, spent Forever taking the valve cap off, I had to switch my pump from Presta to Schraeder and pumped his tire up. The kid was Very impressed I had a pump and that it would work on his bike too!! Anddd that I knew what I was doing with it. He had to hold the valve stem since it was not seated in the rim straight - which I suggested he fix when he got home to make it easier to put air in next time. I also joked it was lucky for him I had Just switched from CO2 to a pump or we might've been in trouble. So...he wanted to know all about CO2 cartridges and why I switched and how easy were they for him to carry. I answered all his questions, got his tire pumped up and sent him on His way. Now.........I'm really starting to hurt for time and I'm only halfway home!
Finished the rest of my ride without incident, walked in the door at 6:10 with my ride due there at 6:15. Whewwwwwwww just made it barely!!!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"