Biker Stopped To Help Girl With A Flat Tire But Caught Something In Car’s Trunk Which Terrified Him

I saw the white sedan on the side of Highway 42 at 11 PM, hazards blinking weakly in the darkness.

At first, I was going to keep riding—it was late, I was tired, and I still had forty miles to get home. But then I saw her in my headlight as I passed.

A teenage girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, crouched by the rear tire with a tire iron in her hands. She was crying. And she kept looking over her shoulder at the dark woods behind her like something was coming.

I’ve been riding for thirty-eight years. I’m sixty-three years old, a retired firefighter, and I’ve seen enough scared people to recognize pure terror. This girl wasn’t just frustrated about a flat tire. She was absolutely terrified.

I circled back and pulled onto the shoulder about twenty feet behind her car. The moment my headlight hit her, she jumped up and held that tire iron like a weapon. “Stay back!” she screamed. “I have mace!”

I killed my engine and held up both hands. “Easy, sweetheart. I’m just here to help with your tire. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She didn’t lower the tire iron. “I don’t need help. I’m fine. Just leave me alone.”Continue reading…