Yes. I ran out of gas. This time not in my garage like the last time. I was at work. Fuel pump made a funny should when it primed – a sound it only makes when I’m out of gas. I usually get gas around 160-180 miles. I checked the trip odometer, 222 miles. Shit. Well beyond even stretching it.

Thumb the starter – no joy. Stand the bike up, can’t even hear any gas sloshing around. How did I even make it into work? Try again up right, no start. So I start pushing the half-mile to the gas station. About half way there a bike pulls up:

“You OK?”

“Yeah, just outta gas.”

“Are you gonna make it up the hill?”

“One way or another, I will.”

“Let me park and I’ll come back and help you up the hill.”

(wow)

I coast down the hill and make it nowhere close to up the hill so I start pushing again. Stranger comes up and starts pushing from behind, me on the bars. It’s easy work now, but man, wearing all that gear and pushing a bike suuuuucks.

He needed gas too, so as we get into the station I insist on buying him a tank of fuel. He tries to deny me, but I mean, really, how much does it cost me? The guy went out of his way to help some yahoo who can’t watch his odometer. $10 is an easy penance to pay.

So Jason, on the 1198, whoever and where ever you are, thank you.

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