A RECENT motorbike trip up the Kangaroo Valley River Road resulted in a flat tyre on our Triumph Sprint 2050.
Our situation looked grim until ‘Paul, the builder’ stepped in. On his phone with reception a lengthy call was made to the NRMA. Pick up could be made but only at the community hall, four kilometres away.
Paul, the builder, went back to his building site, removed his trailer and returned to heave with my husband and another builder (also Paul) our huge bike into his ute.
Such generosity of time and caring spirit deserves recognition.
If my poem was published in your paper maybe someone will recognise Paul the builder, and tell him he’s a champ:
Up in the wilds of Kangaroo Valley,
Our motorbike got a flat tyre,
Like a hero to the rescue,
Paul the builder did inquire.
Noting our predicament,
He let us use his mobile,
Then took our bike in his blue ute,
To the community hall to wait awhile.
To lift the huge bike into his truck,
I didn’t think it could be done,
‘Positive thinking’ his philosophy,
Against the insurmountable we won.
Our saviour rode off into the sunset,
He gave us hope when all seemed grim,
All we know is he lived in Cambewarra,
Wish him the best if you run into him.