On Friday I went in to work (because I had to) and on way way home to Blouberg from city centre the drive belt on my scooter gave up the ghost. I was still on the flyover when it let go and left me stranded just outside town. So I decided to walk, with my Scoot. Within 5 minutes, a guy pulled up next to me on his 1200GS and offered to tow me off the highway. Awesome!!! I thanked him profusely at the petrol station as you get onto Marine Drive and started what I expected to be a loooong walk back home. Before I had passed the KTM dealer, a lady on a Kymco 250 Dink stopped to ask if she could lend a hand and at the same time, a guys stopped with his wife in their bakkie. Without asking where I lived he just said, "Do you wanna load it?"
Turns out he stays around the corner from me, but what an awesome guy. Robin, to you and your lady, thanks a million.
I asked for his address so I could drop off a bottle of his fave bevvy, but he declined, and something about paying it forward. A biker himself, we says he nows what its like when everyone just drives past. So, what could have been a trulu k@k experience really went a long way towards restoring some of my faith in this species we call man.
Turns out he stays around the corner from me, but what an awesome guy. Robin, to you and your lady, thanks a million.
I asked for his address so I could drop off a bottle of his fave bevvy, but he declined, and something about paying it forward. A biker himself, we says he nows what its like when everyone just drives past. So, what could have been a trulu k@k experience really went a long way towards restoring some of my faith in this species we call man.
