My, how times have changed

[Gone in 60]

The last time I pulled over to help a female stopped on the side of the road with a flat tire... As I approached her car, she got out, screaming at me in a language I didn't recognize, and held up what I assume was pepper spray. Haven't stopped since. I will stop if I see a guy physically pushing a dead car out of traffic, but that's it.

I know people mostly meet on apps these days, but in 2005, Mrs. G and I met the old fashioned way, on match.com. Her parents had never seen a computer let alone own one, so we had to come up with a story they'd understand about how we met. I suggested that "You were on the side of the road with a flat at night. I stopped to help, and we fell in love." She replied "No way! My parents will yell at me for letting a stranger approach me at night!"

Never fails, though. When I'm on the Triumph or the Enfield and get a text or call from the boss, I'll pull over to read the text or call him back. The sight of a man on a phone standing next to what looks like an old British bike that must have broken down will always prompt someone to stop and ask if I need help.