I always stop to help...
Because here, help could be a long ways away, with no cell phone coverage.
I stopped and helped a turtle cross the road safely today.
Here is today's Harley story:
The wife on an SV650s, a friend on a ZX10 and me on an 848 were at Philips in Robbinsville for breakfast. You must try this place when in town.
We left the diner at the same time two couples both on HD walked out.
Couple one, we'll call him D1ckhead hopped on his hog, started it and wrapped off his Screamin' Eagle Sh1t a few times. Then moved about six feet in the space and shut it down.
We were in the space next to them. Couple two, on an HD, were motorcyclist.
He saw that we were running Chatterboxs. His wife who also rides wants to be able to communicate when they get sepparated. They come over and start discussing the features and function of the Chatterbox.
We talk for about ten minutes. All the time I am watching D1ckhead get more and more steamed...
I think it was because couple two actually is doing their homework before making a major purchase and the answers were coming from lowly sportbike riders.
Couple two hopped on their HD and fired it up... They sound good with stock exhaust... I let him know that.
Moral of the story: two bikes from IL. We could easily tell who came to the mountains to enjoy the motorcycle and the serenity.