Last week I was pushing a stalled Chief towards the crest of a hill where I could glide back down to my shop, and a youngster pulled his car over to help me push.
I figured this was gonna save me some aching muscles,...NOT!
The kid was a strapping lad with the usual shaved head and tats. He couldn't stop talking about his broke-down bike experience, but I think he just wanted to be seen with the Chief, as he just walked along with his hands on the bars. I did ALL of the grunt!
I didn't ask, but I KNOW it was a sportster he had at home.