Yesterday I got another flat tire. This was unusual because I was riding my mountain bike on paved trails. Because I was riding my mountain bike I didn't have a patch kit or even a tire pump--flats just generally don't happen under these conditions. I had only gone about 3 1/2 miles from my house so I was still very much in a populated area. I walked to a store and called my wife so she could come to rescue. The real story though is that while I was waiting on the edge of the parking lot and taking advantage of the wait to look for the hole in inner tube, a woman came out of the store walked accross the parking lot to me and asked me if I needed a ride home! Just a week and a half ago I had to ask three different sets of people for assistance when I rode the rear tire off my bike on a very long ride. The one who gave me a ride was VERY reluctant and it took me about 5 minutes of conversation to convince her that I was safe. Now there were some differences that may play a major role. The first time it was getting dark to basically completely dark by the time I finally convinced the person to haul me to where I needed to go. This time it was full daylight and my bike was very obviously out of commission since I had the wheel off and the inner tube pulled out.
So when has someone been nice to you?
So when has someone been nice to you?