So tonight I decide not to go for a swim training with the tri club after work after work, which has only happened twice on a Wednesday in the last year or so. So straight home it was on a route I would never normally be on on a Wednesday, when 5 miles from home I come across a chap pushing a fully loaded bike, so as you would I stopped and asked if I could help, two snapped spokes on the drive side meant a wheel that was not the shape it should be.
Tried to pull and push and tweek the spokes brought very little difference, so I asked the guy where he was heading, Lincoln says he, that is 15 miles away says I. Now knowing I am 5 miles from home in a single seater Passat estate ( due to the amount of tools I carry) I suggested he stopped and rested whilst I shot back unloaded and came back for him, he seemed grateful for this.
Phoned the wife and told her what I was doing, back home unloaded, she had a flask, sandwiches, crisps, etc. ready for met to take back to the cyclist. Back to where I left him and loaded bike into the car and took him to Lincoln station for him to get a train back to Uxbridge, and man was he pleased with the grub and tea and of course the lift.
So why after him pushing his bike fully loaded with a large rucksack on his back for over 6 miles, say 2 hours+ was I the first person to stop and offer any assistance, damn the selfish people who drove or rode straight past without offering help.
My rewards, a fantastic warm glow inside of knowing I could help somebody that needed just that.
Why did I not go swimming? who knows, maybe it was my cyclist mate whose funeral was yesterday sent me that way.
So please and I am sure you all will, if you see somebody that may need help, offer. Do not be like the thousands who drove past this guy today.
Tried to pull and push and tweek the spokes brought very little difference, so I asked the guy where he was heading, Lincoln says he, that is 15 miles away says I. Now knowing I am 5 miles from home in a single seater Passat estate ( due to the amount of tools I carry) I suggested he stopped and rested whilst I shot back unloaded and came back for him, he seemed grateful for this.
Phoned the wife and told her what I was doing, back home unloaded, she had a flask, sandwiches, crisps, etc. ready for met to take back to the cyclist. Back to where I left him and loaded bike into the car and took him to Lincoln station for him to get a train back to Uxbridge, and man was he pleased with the grub and tea and of course the lift.
So why after him pushing his bike fully loaded with a large rucksack on his back for over 6 miles, say 2 hours+ was I the first person to stop and offer any assistance, damn the selfish people who drove or rode straight past without offering help.
My rewards, a fantastic warm glow inside of knowing I could help somebody that needed just that.
Why did I not go swimming? who knows, maybe it was my cyclist mate whose funeral was yesterday sent me that way.
So please and I am sure you all will, if you see somebody that may need help, offer. Do not be like the thousands who drove past this guy today.