Trip meter failure. He was on his way to buy gas after a mountain run when ran out of fumes. The passing bicyclist said, "Nice Beezer." I used to get that mixed up with "Beemer."
An old gas can for an old bike, he says.
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Even bike holdups like this can be enjoyed if you get into the right "zen". I shall always remember a blowout in my Royal Enfield's rear tyre a couple of years back. It happened far out in the countryside, but luckily close to a cherry orchard where the farmer was selling punnets of the same. it was a fine day, so I bought a punnet and sat on a tree stump in the sun, eating cherries, until the recovery wagon arrived. Fortunately I pay for recovery insurance on anything I am riding/driving at the time. It might not have been so eminently "zen" if it had been cold and pouring hard though!
Oh, I like that. Never heard of a Recovery Wagon. Well...that I remember. What a nice way of saying "tow truck." I'm the recovery wagon here, though he just took the hitch off my car since he got a new one for the truck that lowers it enough to keep the trailer (that used to be a "trailer in a bag" until he welded it together and threw away the bag.) But I've never had to go much farther than 150 miles to retrieve him. First I've heard of a punnet, too, but looked it up and see a punnet of cherries has an estimated 50 calories; besides, I didn't really need to look it up. Sounds like a delightful example of acceptance of what cannot be changed. I enjoy the picture in my head of you on the stump in the sun dining on cherries.
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