Hungarian Jesus

Sorry i’m doing this in English but i have to let you know somehow what happened to me today in your country.

I bought a “new” motorcycle two months ago and the plan was to take it for a ride today from Munich to Novi Sad in Serbia.

“New” is in quotation marks because it’s a 23 year old honda cruiser. Now, i don’t think anything is wrong with the fact that my bike is in college graduation years it’s that i just wasn’t really familiar with it enough to take it for a long trip.

To be more precise, i had no idea what my tank capacity is or the mileage i cad do on a single tank.

During the trip i was trying to test it, and see how much i can push it after the fuel light goes off.

I was around 90km away from Budapest and 4km from the nearest gas station when i failed the test and my bike started sputtering and eventually stalled.

I stopped on the hard shoulder and had no fucking idea what to do. Police lady told me i have to call towing service and that i can’t walk those 4 km to the gas station and back since it’s not safe.

As i was trying to figure out if i still have an ADAC membership, i saw a car pulling over and then backing up.

This guy in his little electric car pulled over and tried to figure out what’s wrong. He only spoke Hungarian but somehow he understood me.. To my shock he said “dodjem” in Serbian, even though my plates are German and i spoke to him in English. He gesticulated that he’ll go to the gas station to fill up his water bottle with gas and come back…
I offered money right away and he refused.

This blond, long haired savior offered to help me, a total stranger, without asking anything in return.

Not so long after that he came back with his water bottle filled with gas. The bike started, we shook hands and we were on our way.

This story will probably not get to him but i just want to say i’m grateful from the bottom of my hearth.

tldr: Hungarian guy saved my ass on the highway when i ran out of fuel