Lone touring biker standing there. He is a visitor to town, and he sheepishly admitted his Harley ran out of fuel just across the road.
He saw my bike in the breezeway, so came to ask directions to the nearest servo?
I just happened to have one and a half litres in a can in the pannier, so I grabbed that, and popped it into his tank.
Servo is around the corner, about 200 metres away...Told him that will save him the trouble of walking and carrying fuel.
Guy was over the moon that I assisted, wanted to pay me....
I said "For what?... a dollar fifty worth of go-juice?... pay the favour on, to another biker in trouble, somewhere!"
He thanked me, and left. ... A short while later, I was in the shower and heard the Harley out the front again.
My screen door quietly opened and closed, and then the sound of the Harley moving away.
When I came from the shower, I opened the door and there was a pack of 30 ciggies in my brand between the doors
with a quick "Thanks Mate!" scribbled on a docket. I didn't even get the guys name? ... Safe travels, my friend.
