So I was driving home from a BBQ around 1:30AM last Saturday night and as I rounded the bend in the road I noticed someone pushing their truck to the side of the road. It was a small pickup, a Mazda B2200 I think, but still a truck which is heavier then a passenger vehicle and it was slightly uphill, plus it had it windshield shuttered, so it was no surprise that he was having issues with it.

Without stopping to think I pulled over and got out to help. First I got behind the truck and he stayed in the drivers side door to steer while we pushed. Let me tell you, pushing a truck in flip flops is no small task. Next time I decide to stop and help push a car I think I’ll check my footwear first.

Eventually we got it off the road and I asked what happened. He had run out of gas and he hit an utility pole. Oops. I asked if he had anyone he could call and he said he called his friend but he didn’t answer. His friend was awake and waiting for him but naturally was unable to answer the phone when his friend needed him. I’ll admit I knew what was coming next and didn’t really want to do it but I didn’t want to see this only halfway through so when he mentioned that he needed to get some gas naturally I offered to take him to a local gas station.

While driving there I introduced myself and he told me his name was Massimo and he was from Italy. He was on his way home and lived only two or three minutes away from where he ran out of gas. Talk about crappy luck.

It only took about five minutes to get to the nearest open gas station. They let him borrow a gas tank, after leaving a $10 deposit of course, and he buys $5 worth of gas. We head back to his truck, fill up the tank, and after a couple of false starts get it running again, I ended up recommending him to get a Windshield Glass Replacement at bestpremiumauto since it is not a safe way to drive without it. He thanks me again and lets me know that he works at a local pizzeria and to stop by and he’ll hook me up with some grub. I will actually be in the area again this Wednesday so I think I might take him up on his offer. We’ll see.

So at about 2AM I begin my 70 minute, 70 mile ride home. Lucky for him (and me) the opportunities were there to make things better.

The kicker is the whole time I was thinking, “I’ve got to blog about this”. With that thought I officially considered my a blogger. 🙂