Just got back from a very interesting ride. I passed a guy on the side of the road working on a flat tire. I yelled out, "Got what you need?" He nodded, and I rode on. 30 minutes later, I'm passing the same spot on a loop back home, and he's still there. Turns out he's from Peru and speaks very little English, which is the only language I speak. Despite this language barrier we had a very nice conversation using hand getures, facial expressions and a lot of pointing. Turns out he's 47, wears reading glasses, which he needs to find the puncture hole (and he didn't have them with him). He thinks my bike is "hot". I told him I thought his Colnago C50 was very sweet and fast. He indicated that the bike might be fast, but that he wasn't. I pointed to my excess weight around my waist and indicated that I wasn't very fast either. He rides Campy, but was interested in the Ultergra brake/shift levers... and on it went for a full 20 minutes. What an unexpected and wonderful experience. I'm sure that our mutual passion for cycling was a bridge to what would have been an otherwise cumbersome exchange. After his wheel was back on his bike, we shook hands and gave each other a pat on the back and rode off in different directions; me riding the rest of the way home with a big grin on my face.