vaclove
Registered user
Just wanted to share this one with you, folks. Went on a run south today and ended up in Brighton (first time in my life). The traffic was unbelievable and I was running out of fuel (even the board comp was showing I have some). The useless GPS was showing petrol stations where there were none and was just wanking around the town. I finally got directions to one station, but just in a steep accent my bike started to cut of. I thought WTF
. There was an old VW campervan in front of me. Out of a sudden, an old lady jumped out of the camper van and asked me, whether I need fuel, that they have some handy. I said, yes, of course...they pulled over and got a little canister from which they gave me a bit and this helped me to make it to a petrol station.



