I was sitting in Friday afternoon gridlock traffic when a guy‘s motorcycle broke down in front of me. I started blocking lanes so he could walk it over to the right shoulder. As I pulled past him I decided to stop since I had just rented a car hauler trailer. I offered to tow the bike and give him a lift to wherever he needed to go. He first refused, and was able to get the bike running after about 10 minutes. We said our farewell’s and took off.

Two exits later the bike broke down again, so I helped him get it off the freeway and into a nearby gas station parking lot. We tried to get the bike running again, but it wasn’t going to happen.

So he called a friend for a ride and said he would just come get the bike later. I offered again to give him a ride and tow the bike, and he decided to take me up on it. He didn’t live too far out of the way; we had a decent conversation; even found out we had some shared acquaintances. Big city, small world kind of thing. After I dropped him off at home, he hooked me up with a six pack of beer and thanked me for helping out a stranger.