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Yesterday was a beautiful day for a ride. I put the Gopro in my pocket, pulled on the windbreaker, and headed into the mountains. I blasted up Parleys Canyon about 30 miles, then about 6 miles up a graded dirt road. That's when things started going wrong. Damn throttle cable broke (34 years old, should have replaced it) I coasted back down hill to what looked like a winter parking lot for heavy equipment and figured I could change the push side cable to the pull side, and get back home. I pulled the side cover off, and remembered the tool kit was on the bench at home! Things just kept getting better as my cell couldn't get a signal and I started walking. About an hour of walking, and finally a truck came up the road. He must have took pity on me, sweating my ass off, cause he said find some shade and he would be back to give me a ride. Half hour later, there he was, and he brought me all the way home. He wouldn't accept any gas money, didn't want a beer. Thats what I call a good samaritan right there!
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