On the way back from trying to find good winter gloves this evening. It's dark, I'm on the Interstate, rush hour, traffic going about 50mph....
My bike has a feature that, when the digital fuel gauge gets to its last point, it begins to flash and a "reverse trip odometer" starts counting up, letting you know how many miles you've gone since it started flashing.
I assumed it was about a gallon of gas (no idea why I assumed that) and figured I had plenty of time to get home to my local gas station.
I was wrong. :(
The bike started to sputter and jerk....I'm in the far left lane and thinking, oh oh....
I safely pull over (luckily there was room) and shut the bike off. I had been "smart" enough to have read about the bike and read the owner's manual so I knew there was a reserve and I knew how to get to it. I calmly leaned over, "flipped the switch" and fired the bike back up.
The best part came next.
While I was pulled over I kept an eye on the traffic behind me, looking for semi's or someone drifting over the yellow line at me. I noticed someone signaling...to go *left*...."WTF is he doing!?" I thought.
The guy pulled in front of me about 15 yards away, got out and started walking back to me.
"You OK?", he asked.
I explained to him I was a new rider and had made a boneheaded mistake. He said, "Well, I'm a rider too and I just wanted to make sure you were OK."
Wow.....really....wow.....what a great thing to do. A guy is headed home after a long day at work and he stops to help out a "fellow biker".
I was so stunned, all I could do was thank him - I never even thought to ask him his name. But, whoever he was, I wanted to tell this story as a way of thanking him and, rest assured, I will "pay it forward" if I ever get the chance.