A mile away from the gas station... His bike stopped going. Empty. For me, this was exciting. As it gave me an opportunity to use the siphon I brought for just this situation. I gave him a pint or so, and we basically rolled down a hill and into the gas station. And what do you know. It's closed.
No worries, he made it down the street to an open one. And we got to see some firemen douse a car that was on fire.
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