Yesterday I got about half way home and it started pelting down including hail up to about 10mm (processed pea size anyway), so I pull off into a gravel track, jump off and struggle to get my rubber one-zee on before it fills up with ice balls.
It's stair-roding it down now as I turn the bike round and get ready to ride off. At this point a guy on a VMAX does a U-turn and comes back to see if I'm alright. Which I am. He's fecking soaked having no waterproofs at all, but thought I was in trouble so stopped in case I needed help.
So, Mr. VMAX it was nice to meet you and thanks for stopping. I hope your track-suit troos are now dry.
You're a top bloke.
Seems like the world isn't full of selfish twats after all.
It's stair-roding it down now as I turn the bike round and get ready to ride off. At this point a guy on a VMAX does a U-turn and comes back to see if I'm alright. Which I am. He's fecking soaked having no waterproofs at all, but thought I was in trouble so stopped in case I needed help.
So, Mr. VMAX it was nice to meet you and thanks for stopping. I hope your track-suit troos are now dry.
Seems like the world isn't full of selfish twats after all.


