on the way, and still not wanting to leave the bike. he did offer me his phone and i gratefully accepted. of course i could not call much other than work or home . . . all my numbers were locked in a low-power digital hell inside my dead cell phone.
three hours later (three hours!), in desperation i called work and pulled my friend dean out of a class and had him come find me. i'd have called wrecker or something, but could not reach any till after nine am. i had even tried to flag one down as he went by. he cheerfully waved back.
dean gave me his bike 