Bikes the language of everyone

Yesterday was the start of bike week which meant a busy day for my work. I was at Trafford doing skills at their bike festival, which went really well and once I saw a five-year old riding over the seesaw I had to do it without screaming! Ali even "worked" for us, helping us set up in Trafford and then riding a Brompton in a parade in Manchester. It was a tiring day but we decided to head out for a curry. Joined by Phil, Odile and Pauline we had a great time. Heading home we got to the train station and there was a 25minute wait. Ali decided we should ride home. Heading through Cheetham Hill and I punctured. Stopping at a bus stop we set about fixing it. I was trying to get the tyre back on and picked up a tyre lever for the last bit when a guy waiting for a bus took over. He obviously knew what he was doing and had that extra strength I was missing. He even offered to pump it up. He didn't speak a word of English and I did wonder what was happening when he started but it shows bikes are the language of everyone!