Allright, here is my story, a story which proves what we all know and love about the motorcycle community in general: the fact that motorcycle folk are some of the best, most kindest folk in the world!
I would like your help in finding and thanking the man who was kind enough to rescue a poor inexperienced rider, here's how it went down...
At about 1:45 on October 23, 2002 I was on my way home from school on my '92 Kawasaki ZX6 almost like any other day. Just about the only thing that made this day different is that fact that my spedometer konked out the day before, and I had no sure way of telling what exact speed I was travelling at, but hey, as motorcyclists we all know what are limits are without looking at the speedometer, or just by looking at the traffic around you. After entering the HOV lane of the #1 highway heading from Gaglardi way to my home in North Van I sped up to what seemed like a comfortable speed (you know, a little faster than the traffic in the non-HOV lanes). But as it turned out, this was a little to fast and an officer in an unmarded minivan thought it wise to pull me over, but not before checking my licence plate. As he was checking my licence plate he had to get a little closer to my tail...from my perspective it looked like he was pushing me a litte. Considering that I had no speedometer and I wasn't catching up to any of the other HOV traffic, I thought I must be going too slow, so I sped up...THATS when he decided to pull me over. To my luck, this officer was also motorcycle rider, I explained to him my speedometer situation and why I sped up when he got on my tail. He understood, but wished to check my licence to make sure I'm not some nut with a bunch of unpaid speeding tickets...he did so(the check came up clean of coarse), and he gave me the usual advice, he told me it seem my rear suspension wasn't very good because the rear end bounces a little...a good observation since I'm in the process of gathering funds to get this fixed(I should thank the officer as well for his concern). Anyway, he told me to be on my way and hopped back in his vehicle...however...I couldn't get my bike started, the battery must be dead or something, or there are charger problems with it. He called me a towtruck and I had no choice to wait on the side of the Highway after he left.
So there I was, head down, grieving over my problems while sitting on the center median of the highway. Just as I took a moment to look up I noticed a fellow motorcyclist headed the opposite way on the highway. The turn of his helmate and raise of his hand of the clutch expressed his concern for me...but I did not want to be a bother and I gave a friendly "I'm OK" kind of way as he passed by. He took a few more looks back at me as he passed and I thought that would be the last I would see of him. Oh how little faith I hold in the kindness of others...
5 minutes later, he rolls up behind my bike and hops off his. I explain to him my situation, and that I should be fine with the towtruck on the way. He suggested a push start, which made sense, if it was indeed just a battery problem. I've only been riding for a few months now, I wasn't sure what to do, but he explained it to me, even got behind my bike to push. Sure enough, it worked like a charm and I was able to make it away on my own power! He caught up to me a ways alonght the highway, pulled up beside me, I gave him the best thumbs up I could and as quick as he came, he went.
I never got to see your whole face as you never took of your hemlate, I never even asked you your name, but I decided to come on here to tell your heroic story, and possibly to find you and thank you in person.
So if you know a particularly kind harted individual riding a naked blue suzuki (at least I think it was a suzuki) sport cruiser, please tell him that Daniel Zurbuchen would like to thank him for reviving his faith in humanity.
In addition I would like to invite you all who have taken the time to read my feel-good story to share their stories on this thread. Any stories on how the motorcycle community helps one another out, giving more proof to the fact that motorcycle folk are the best folk there is!!