I don’t honestly know what would have happened to me or Lazarus if I hadn’t met Martin. I don’t know how I would have gotten the bike off that mountain (Hanser’s is the only /active/ tow truck in Lewistown), I probably could have camped on the mountain and figured out it was my oil, but I still would have had to find a way to charge my battery etc. Ya. Sometimes you just meant to meet certain people. I really believe that.