I think after yesterdays events, I am done with large group rides. There were about 200 bikes in in the Denver DGR ride yesterday, and not ONE single person offered to help me. We left our meet up place, Crema Coffeehouse, at about 10 am. While on the way to Red Rocks Amphitheater for the first stop, I started to develop a bad misfire. It seemed like the ignition was cutting on and off, as if there was bad connection somewhere. I pulled over to diagnose the problem, but was pretty limited as to what I could do because I didn't bring any tools with as I didn't think I would need them. At least a dozen or more different people had stopped where I was to use the porta potties there. I had informed all of them that I was having trouble, had no tools and had no phone reception. NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON offered to lend tools, offer to notify the group leaders that I was stranded, or even offer me a pillion ride back into town so I could call a tow truck. At least 30 or 40 more people just rode right past me. After about 15 minutes after seeing the last rider pass by as I'm sitting there by myself on the side of the road with an undiagnosed misfire, I decided to try and limp back towards the highway in hopes of getting some phone reception to call for help. As I pull out of the parking lot my clutch cable snaps and now I'm completely screwed.
Totally bummed and freaking out on what the hell I was going to do, I pull out my pipe to smoke a bowl to try and gather my thoughts. All of a sudden, I see my friend Fran coming around the bend 20 or 30 minutes behind everyone else. Turns out he had left his ignition on and killed his battery at Crema, 2 blocks after he got it started his master link fell off of the chain, replaced it, 2 blocks after that he ran out of gas. If it wasn't for Fran having the trouble he did at the beginning of the ride, I would have ended having to walk about 3-5 miles just to get phone reception to call for a tow truck. Not to mention I have never been on ANY of the roads before that we took to get there. I was completely clueless as to where I was. But being the great friend that Fran is, he helped me limp the bike a few miles away to a gas station that I didn't even know existed. He then rode his bike about 60 miles back home to Castle Rock, which isn't even in the Denver Metro, jumped in his truck and drove ALL THE WAY BACK to get me and the bike and got us home on the complete opposite side of the Denver Metro. This was his offering and suggestion to do this, I had told him if I could get the bike somewhere where the tow truck could find me that would be good enough. But he tells me "No bro. I'm not going to just leave you here. Besides I already have the ramps and straps loaded in the truck, I just need to swap vehicles." Thank God there are still a few good people left in this world.
Unfortunately, I don't believe I will be participating in the DGR ride anymore, or any other large group rides for that matter. In fact, I don't think I will ever ride with any people I don't actually know, again. Even as reckless teenagers, we NEVER left ANYONE on the trail. EVER. The simple fact that so many people rode right past me with no concern for my well being and safety really pisses me off. But on the other hand, I am extremely thankful that Fran came rolling down the road when he did.