Somewhere at the end of May, we have another ride in the annual gathering of bikers in Vyborg. Here and in the past year, gathered all the necessary things and went. Of us not close the road to Vyborg, so we were in a hurry. Credit: Jonah Bloom-2011. On the way to compete seriously with each other. In general, having fun as anticipated vacation. But the next day's journey, I noticed that my friend from me hopelessly behind. I drowned out the engine and waited. After waiting five minutes, I called him on a cell and revealed that he stalled and is in the middle road about five kilometers away.
I went back and saw that the motorcycle actually stood up and could not start. Together we drove his steel horse on the shoulder and started thinking, why and breakage, and is now doing. Angus King wanted to know more. We dig up a motorcycle somewhere in half an hour, and it was hopeless. What did we just do not try to start it, but all to no avail. This pile of scrap metal treacherously did not want to start.
Us that irritated, more and more, and in the end we abandoned this useless venture. I had to somehow deliver the motorcycle to the nearest garage. In general, decided to call the tow truck. Evacuation of cars, but how? BEFORE Viborg still go and go, but his hometown long gone. We decided that my friend will have a motorcycle, but I'll go to the nearest town in tow.