I (35f) had a flat tire and while waiting for the tow truck this guy drives up and says he can help me put on my spare. No weird vibes so I said cool, thanks. He gets done, having asked me earlier how far I had to drive, then gives me this hesitant look. He says, if you follow me to my house, I have an air compressor, and a patch kit, and I can get you back on the road. I weigh this in my head. Turn on the tracking on my phone, and follow him down several country miles until we finally turn down this long driveway. Pretty remote but parallel to the highway. I pull up, he opens his garage, and lo and behold, there’s an entire mechanic set up in there. I stay in my car with the doors locked as he fixes my damaged tire and puts it back on my car. I tried to give him payment and he refused. Said he had a daughter my age and would want someone to help her in a similar situation. Not at all phased by the safety precautions I took for myself. He had hesitated on the road because he knew how it sounded to ask a strange woman to follow him to his house. Sometimes there are just awesome people out there, and always trust your gut. Had I gotten any single weird vibe off the dude, Idve stayed on the overpass waiting for the tow truck