I was jammin’ down this two lane road when my scooter just shut down
Just my luck its on a route where no one is around
My tool bags got some open ends, screwdrivers, and a pliers
I knew to check the usual, spark, gas, and loosened wires

At once I found the problem, I was out of fuel
I’d left my reserve on last fill, I really felt un-cool
I’m miles from any sign of life with darkness falling fast
I can’t remember the last gas station, and where it was when passed

There’s no way I will leave my bike unprotected on the side
My next move is to push it in, this bikes my only ride
I put the kickstand up, and with a mighty heave
My bike then starts to roll it’s high time that I leave

Cars passing by blow horns and yell some things I can’t make out
I just keep on pushin’, and ignore the stupid things they shout
The cadence of my heels I hear, and I try to set a pace
The sun beats down and heats things up, sweat now on my face

I’ve went a mile since I began really wishing I could ride
Then I see this pickup, pulling off onto the side
The driver who stepped out the door wore jeans and a black tee
Except for his white hair and braid, he was dressed like me

The driver smiled, and dropped the gate and pulled a plank to ground
He said “I’d be glad to help you son, to get where you were bound”
Grateful that I caught this break, my smile showed pure delight
We rolled the bike up in the bed and strapped it down real tight

Tugging on the binders to insure they wouldn’t slip
We both got in the pickup now, preparing for the trip
He looked at me and said “where to? I’ve got some time to spare”
“I’d be glad to help you get your bike from here to there”

I knew there was a Harley Dealer just ten miles down the road
I asked if he could drive me there, and then I could unload
He said “Why sure I know those guys they’re bound to have gas there”
I pegged him for a biker by his look and his long hair

I asked him why he stopped to help, my problem wasn’t “his”
He smiled at me and said “Not true friend, my helping you sure is”
“I myself have broken down and someone stopped to aid”
“My helping you in your dilemma will help my debt be paid”

“We all have need of help sometime, at one time or another!
“I’ve been helped by total strangers, and treated like a brother”
“I received assistance when I thought all help was gone
“By helping you to solve your problem, I just pass it on

We reached the place, and bike unloaded he prepared to go
I said “thanks” and offered money, he smiled and then said “no”
“You don’t have to pay ‘me’ son” “I’m glad to help you in your need ”
“Just be sure to ‘pass it on’ and I wish you Godspeed”

With those words he shook my hand and got into the seat
He said “be careful out there man, there’s danger on the street”
He looked both ways then pulled out into traffic really thick
I watched the truck as it grew smaller moving somewhat quick

I filled my tank and donned my glasses and pulled out on my ride
It felt good to be “in the wind” on my red Superglide
I rode awhile and I was settled in and I hadn’t gone too far
I seen when I was passing by, the three kids in the car

I wheeled around and stopped my bike and put my kickstand down
I noticed this young mother staring at a tire with a sad frown
She was late, and had this flat, and had to get them home from school
I pulled her spare out of the trunk, and told her ‘just be cool’

I had the tire changed in ten minutes, and she was ready for her trip
She was really grateful for the help, and offered me a tip
I smiled at her and said ‘no thanks’, ‘this service is for free’
I’m passing it on, to you dear lady, this one is on me!

CC: November 5, 2006


Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again. Luke 6:38


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