OK. We'll get the confession over with right away. Yesterday, after 3000 miles touring Europe, i broke down on the A68 only 100 miles from home.
Confession? Yep. Pulled into the forecourt and dumb tosser that I am, filled up with diesel! It must have been very entertaining for passing motorists to see a biker calling himself every name every name under the sun.
Anyway, here's the karma bit ...
This chap pulled up to help.
Dave Fletcher (Hope I've remembered his name correctly, old age doesnae come itself!) On his way to John O Groats on his 250 Honda and ... wait for it ... 91 years old
Told me that he did the trip in 1947 on a rigid frame Triumph Speed Twin and wanted to do it again before he "popped his clogs".
He fair made my day and put things into perspective in a big way! Look out for him if you're on the route over the next few days. What a hero!
Confession? Yep. Pulled into the forecourt and dumb tosser that I am, filled up with diesel! It must have been very entertaining for passing motorists to see a biker calling himself every name every name under the sun.
Anyway, here's the karma bit ...
This chap pulled up to help.
Dave Fletcher (Hope I've remembered his name correctly, old age doesnae come itself!) On his way to John O Groats on his 250 Honda and ... wait for it ... 91 years old
Told me that he did the trip in 1947 on a rigid frame Triumph Speed Twin and wanted to do it again before he "popped his clogs".
He fair made my day and put things into perspective in a big way! Look out for him if you're on the route over the next few days. What a hero!
