

No one was hurt and bike was ok for rest of day until battery warning light came on! fairings off, battery checked and tested for voltage nothing untoward was found that i could check with limited resources (and enthusiasm) I was hoping that it was just a glitch

So off i toddle (with no breakdown cover) pondering the lows of biking and the identity of the binman who left so much room at the hairpin that a boxer could pass through when I notice that the bike is farting more irregular and that I am cruising along at a steady zero mph (indicated) at zero rpm (indicated) a ha! at least the battery warning light was out ....and not to my suprise so was everything else. I pulled in to a handy layby on the A511 adjacent a derilict nightclub of sorts, the grounds inhabited by a load of pikeys with their sofas out enjoying the summer tanking up on white magic. Just frikkin brilliant ...maybe they will look after my bike?
I actually did find somebody, a really good samaritan, spokeswoman of the local crimewatch group she informs who attends important meetings at police HQ. My faith in human nature restored deeply indebted to Mrs. S my bike safe and secure awaits collection from hers.
I hope this story has touched your hearts and this kindred spirit could be expanded upon by way of somebody advising me of some other samaritan living adjacent the A1 and M1 between Newcastle and Leics who would be willing to hire me or better still lend (against a deposit) a single bike trailer to enable me to get my bike over to my daughters in Nottingham so I can get it ship shape for another bruising at the ring later this month. By the way gentlemen be very aware of binmen on bikes heading for the bus stop.