Posted 05 July 2012 - 11:48 AM
It was only in the space of 10 blocks or so, but I retraced my path and could not find it. It had a range finder (oilwell site distance measuring thingie worth $220) and a Mint coin (worth $100), plus the rack itself and the Sport bag. Est. $5-600 total. And a city worker, a street-sweeper operator, called me up from the number on the range finder receipt.
I gave him a $40 finder's fee and my heartfelt thanks - repeatedly. It's the kind of thing I would do but don't expect of everyone. My faith in humankind is restored!
And for those of you with Ventura racks, check your bolts at every stop!
Any other Good Samaritan stories out there?
Posted 05 July 2012 - 12:00 PM
Posted 05 July 2012 - 12:21 PM
So before I could walk to the frontage road, up pulls this Suburban, out jumps Cicel, who says looks like you've got some trouble. Within the next hour he has his buddy with a trailer on his was to rescue me. Then he calls the local mc dealer, who is closed at that hour, at home, arranges for a tire to be sent from the wearhouse to the shop the next morning, hauls me and the bike to a motel, and arranges to have me and the bike picked up and hauled to the dealer in the morning. I'm back on the road by noon the next day.
Cicel and his wife have GoldWings they could no longer ride due to age and the weight of the bike; but still have the biker-family attitude that we are a brotherhood. And help any and all riders.
That's what I call a Samaritan. I will always check to see if a road-sider needs help. Keeping the brotherhood faith.
Posted 05 July 2012 - 12:29 PM
Another story - when the fuel pump went on my Gen 5, I gave location etc. to passersby (no cell service). They passed on info to CAA (AMA, whatever). Saved my bacon eventually.
Posted 05 July 2012 - 12:55 PM
He was gone about 15 minutes and then here he comes with a 20oz Mountain Dew bottle filled with petrol for me. Wouldn't even take any money for his trouble, he waited for my bike to start up and then off we went our separate ways.
'89 NT650 (build in progress) - Ducati 748 tail and subframe, MOTY battery
'95 VFR750 - CBR954 front end, '98 CBR900 gauges, '05 Sprint Triple rear hub & axle (modified), '06 Monster rear wheel, CBR929 rear shock, de-PAIR, Staintune slip on
'96 VFR 750 (build in progress) - '06 R1 front end, CBR929/954 triples, '98 CBR900 gauges, '06 Sprint Triple rear hub & axle (modified), '06 Monster rear wheel, CBR929 rear shock, de-PAIR, TBR headers, stage 1 jet kit, '99 CBR900 subframe, RC45 replica body, Aztec8 headlights
Posted 05 July 2012 - 01:14 PM
Also, the pickup driver recognized that my helmet was by the roadside. He'd read or heard somewhere that a helmet placed so was a plea for help. I was 30 yards from the road and put my helmet on the roadside. Don't know where I heard that myself, but it worked!
Posted 05 July 2012 - 01:30 PM
Posted 05 July 2012 - 01:44 PM
I stopped at a compressor station (oilpatch thing) that had an electrical call-gate. No answer. I then waited a total of 11 hours during which I endured a rain storm and 4 hours of vampire bugs/mosquitoes. It would be funny if it happened to someone else. Worst holiday ever.
Then, I spent 5 days getting the bike repaired, and got an unexplained hash mark on the fairing. "Musta been there already, maybe a rock." NOT. $1000 later, I tucked my tail between my legs and got the hell home. My email expaining it to one of my bosses made him fall out of his chair laughing. He's a Harley guy.
Posted 05 July 2012 - 02:17 PM
I usually stop when I see a motorcyclist standing near his bike on the side of the road. Usually there's nothing I can do, but I check with them anyway.