I was driving home last night, and managed to get…almost all the way home before my bike ran out of petrol.
It doesn’t have a meter or anything for consumption of gasoline, and I’m still getting used to it. (These are my excuses.)
I managed to pull in to the drive way of a church, and then I started trying to flag people down.
I managed to catch a really wonderfully helpful guy who “used to ride, back in the day”, and a state patrolman.
(The state patrolman was a bit nerve-wracking, because I was really just hoping for someone with a phone, because I lost mine last night, and driving home is really doing interesting things for me at this point, for real. Not that I’m *really* complaining, but, y’know. I could do with getting home being a bit *less* interesting for a while.)(Also, I don’t have my license currently, because I lost it last night. Along with everything else.)
Anyway, Helpful Man managed to work some magic (A.K.A. switch to the freaking reserve tank, which, for real, I should have known better. I am doing *SO WELL* at this “responsible bike owner” thing right now. Ugh.)
and the State Patrolman shadowed me up to the nearest gas station, and then filled up my tank for me.
I love people.
I don’t understand how I’m so lucky *all of the time*.
But, I’m also choosing not to question it, really, because it’s clearly working out in my favour.
So I just continue going around in awe, because. Humanity. You beautiful fucking creatures.
I love you all. Thank you so much.