So yesterday morning I get ready to leave for work, when I get to my bike I see that both tires have been slashed and someone had spit beetle nut juice all over my handle bars and put gum on my seat.
I was not happy :fume:
I just figured i would walk it to work and replace the tires, which are expensive cuz they are as fat a tire as any downhill bike will take.
I pass this old guy I see every few days and wave, he says, " no air?’
yea i say and keep going. 2 mins later he pulls up beside me on his motorbike and says that I should get on the back and carry my bike cuz he will drive me down the mountain.
He drove me all the way to work.
He changed my shit day in 5 mins, very cool.
people can suprise you now and then