Knock on wood, the only times CR biker has needed rescuing,
he has had a functioning cell phone with him.
That wasn’t always true, of course. My dad bought my first
bike, a 1966 Schwinn one-speed with balloon tires, well before cell phones were
popular. I had many adventures and misadventures on a 1974 Schwinn 10-speed
Continental, which was so sturdy it lasted for 30 years. And that was three
decades sans cell.
But Francis has always been ridden by a rider who usually
remembers his phone.
Still, my sister Brigid Rocca posted this story on Facebook,
and it’s loaded with good karma. Granted, a “stranded” biker could be a setup,
but I’m glad this story had a happy ending, and if I’m ever broken down without
a cell, I hope some CR Biker fan happens by.
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