A flat tire get her flat on her back.

Enjoy.

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It was the Friday afternoon, before the Holiday Weekend, and I was driving the car to the ‘Biker Rally’ and ‘Rock Festival’, when I realised that I had a ‘slow puncture’. My husband, Craig, had set off earlier, on his new Honda 750.

My mobile phone couldn’t receive a signal, so all I could do was sit by the side of the road; smoke a cigarette and wait for help.

After 20 minutes, I heard a familiar noise, in the distance.

In seconds, seven Harleys cruised around the leafy bend. Seeing my distress, the bikes pulled up next to...