Coming back from my father's house after being out for a South Jersey ramble, Mrs. Stark and I passed what looked like a bike in distress. It was hard to tell, just got a glimpse, but the bike's angle looked wrong. I pulled over and she followed, don't think she saw him at all (very wide-eyed look through her face mask.) Turned out to be a Harley down at the edge of the road. Rider was OK, I think he had pulled over, didn't see the little drop-off at the edge in the dark, hooked the front wheel over it and dropped the bike. Couldn't quite get it up by himself. Bike had floorboards, engine guard, etc, so wasn't really all the way down, more like a 45 degree angle. Too bad it was dark - guy couldn't see he was being bailed out by a couple on a metric cruiser and a British sport-tourer!

He was very thankful.
Contributing factor to the drop.... well, if you could have smelled his breath like I did when I was next to him lifting the bike....... ride to drink, drink to ride. What is it with these guys? He rode away OK after we got him back up on the bike. Hope he wasn't going far.
Jonathan