I've been pontificating on something that happened to me last Wed. I took my WLA out for it's first ride, I didn't get more than a mile from the house when the tranny locked up. I was standing on the side of the highway, scratching my head and trying to decide what to do next. Pretty soon a big fat guy on a brand new shiny Evo came riding by, smiled and waved as he cruised by me.
When I first started riding my old pan back in 72 that simply wouldn't have happened. If a Harley rider saw a fellow biker broke down he stopped. It didn't matter if one was a haired over, greasy biker in a cut off jean jacket and the other was riding an elvised out dresser and leather, they shared a common bond and they stopped to help...or at least try. There wasn't anything the guy could have done, he just should have tried.
That is the attitude that is still evident on this board. I guess the old iron we mess with has infused us with that old spirit.
By the way, if I see one of those credit card bikers broke down on the side of the road...I'm gonna stop and offer some sort of help.
[This message has been edited by Hildy (edited 07 September 2002).]