1986. I'm in Iowa on my decade old rice cooker. In those days, a decade was an old motorcycle. I pulled over to adjust, and as I pulled back on to the interstate, I drove over something that flattened a tyre. I walked quite a ways, and asked at several shops before I found a place with a proper tyre.
As I stood looking at my bike, not knowing the first thing to do first, and having even less tools, a man a bit younger than I am now pulled over and gave me a ride in his pickup. We went to his house, where we hooked up a trailer, and returned to collect my bike. His wife had half a leg she'd lost in a motorcycle crash. She still rode. She made us dinner, with his help. His kids were a bit older than I.
Dad had a well equipped garage, and proceeded to change my tyre. Then he proceeded to rebuild my gearbox, with a detailed mechanical discussion of various sorts of gearboxes, what to keep an eye on, etc. They put me up in a comfortable bed, and in the morning said I was welcome to stay longer.
The road beckoned.
Killamarsh - NE Derbyshire
Today, I enjoyed another dose of legendary kindness.
Dear Mark & Dawn Hodkin,
My love to you and yours.
Dawn,
We luv your daughter. She's well, at least the bits WE've not yet recycled.❤️ Those bits we entrust to your good keeping.
I am visiting for this.🙏
Brandi
