I was on a solo ride on a beautiful warm September day when I lost control on a steep downhill curve, my back tire skidding out from under me, and me sliding to a stop on my side.
There I was, sitting on the side of a lonely country road, scraped up pretty good but otherwise unhurt. But my back tire blew out during the skid and was beyond repair. I was stranded five miles from the nearest town and 20-some miles from home. I had my cell phone but Suzanne was out of town.
I was just contemplating my options when a car came down the road. So I waved it down and asked the lady if I could get a ride into town. She said she couldn't but her husband was working from home and could help me. She called him, and waited the few minutes until he arrived. The man loaded up my bike and said he would drive me to my home.
I was flabbergasted he would go to so much trouble, and thanked him profusely. He didn't think it was any big deal, was glad to help. And said any of his neighbor farmers out that way would do the same. What a wonderful experience that was, and encouraging to know good Samaritans are out there when you find yourself in need.
By the way, I had a goal to ride 50 miles that day, so I fixed my tire, cleaned up my wounds, and went out for another 20 miles (with blood running down my leg). The worst of it was dealing with the sore scabs for the next couple of weeks.
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