So, Comet and I went on a big day long ride for his birthday. S2S, Duffy, LtoL, Merritt, Coldwater, CoQ, etc.
A great day; I got to exercise my 9 very well. However, after filling in Merritt, wailing along the CoQ at a mellow cruise ranging from 140-240, I discovered the bike goes 226 k on a tank when I do that. Unfortunately, it needed to go 227 k to make it to the Popkum Esso. Damn.
Comet was already way behind time and needed to leave. I could see the Bridal Falls Shell nearby so, I sent him on his way. I'm deciding which way to go when a car pulls up a couple hundred meters behind me, hazards on. I'm going that way towards the Shell and as I approach, I see it's an attractive woman with a flat tire on her car. My own problems be damned! A damsel in distress! I ask if she needs help and she says she's called BCAA but, as usual, who knows how long it will take. I offer to change the tire, and explain my own dilemma. She offers to help me. Perfect.
Midway though the tire change, up rolls the BCAA guy. He takes over changing the tire, gives me a splash of gas for the bike, no charge, and everything works out.
Sychronicity, baby, I am the heart and soul of it. I swear, whenever it starts to look real bad, something just comes along and works things out. My life is just weird that way.