I try to stop when it looks like some one has a problem. Some time
I get a thank you wave and some times not.
One time back in the early 90s ( or maybe late 80s) we decided to get in some early spring riding so we trailered a couple small bikes
on my 3 rail trailer to southern Il. , northern Ky. because the weather
was warmer there. This was before cell phones etc.. As we crossed a
overpass in central Il. I saw someone pushing a bike along side the
road. We swing around at the next exit and caught up to him and pulled over behind him. He was striped to the waist and covered in
sweat , it was still cool out. It looked like he had a bunch of stuff just
bungeed to the back of the bike. He had lost his oil plug and the bike has stopped. I think he said he had pushed it a few miles, he didn't
know. I said I got extra place on the trailer ,lets load her up. He would
have none of that - He was sooo focused to get to the next exit he would not stop. We walked with him a while and even some other
people stopped but he just refused any help at all. Some times you just don't know what people will do when you stop. We went the
way he was going and took our time going back to the interstate and
he did make his exit.