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Trip Report Creepy New Hampshire Hero

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OK, this creeped me and my kids out, but had a happy ending.
I took the boys to Freeport, Maine for the 4th of July weekend.
Mr. Wonderful had a business presentation, so he was AWOL as usual.
I'd leave him but he makes good money and he DOES love our boys, but that's another story.

So, we are heading back to Newport, VT. We got a late start home, it always takes longer to break camp and pack the blazer than it does to set up. It's about 9:30 and we are somewhere on the kangamangus (sp?) highway. It looked like a shorter route than 302 from Conway. It is raining and dark and the roads are winding and slick, so I am driving like 30mph.

Suddenly, the rig starts pulling to the right, and it gets worse. Then I hear the thump-thump-thump of a flat tire. "SHooT", the spare is under all our gear, the boys are nearly asleep in the back seat and I REALLY don't need this. As I pull over as far as the road allows and stop, I'm cussing out the old man under my breath. I sat waiting for the rain to let up or the tire to magically re-inflate when I hear a rumbling noise like an earthquake.

Then I see a single light coming down the road toward me. It turns out to be a VERY loud motorcycle, and it's pulling over. Thoughts of all the biker horror movies I've ever seen run through my head. I lock the doors and shrink back in my seat.

Then this big guy in a leather vest comes over and knocks on my window. He say's 'sit tight and pop the hatch'. I think 'are you crazy' as he takes off his vest and sticks a magnetized flashlight to the side of the blazer that shines on the flat tire. I figure, what else can I do? I push the button and pop the hatch.

Somehow, the 'biker' lifts the spare hatch with all our camping gear on top and pulls out the jack and spare tire. Long story short, in 10 minutes the flat is in the wheel well and he closes the hatch. I'm thinking 'what kind of 'reward' is he going to expect.

Then, weirdest of all, he walks back to his motorcycle, puts on his leather vest, starts up and pulls around heading my way and just drives away. No goodby or anything.

Later, I thought it strange that he went back the way he came after fixing my flat. A bit perplexed, I pulled the blazer onto the road and the rest of the trip back home to Newport was uneventful.

I told a couple friends about it and the also thought 'weird'. So, I'm wondering if this is like some New Hampshire version of Batman, riding around helping people in distress or am I nuts.

The only features I remember were he had a loud motorcycle and wore a black vest with a 'grim reaper' reaching out from the back, and it was blue. I remember watching it riding away in my headlights. Can anybody enlighten me about this character or should I call SWAT?

Thanks,
MOM

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