OK, so this isn't motorcycle related, but it kinda funny.
First I must start by saying that several times when I have been travelling in my car and have seen people who may need some help I have thought about stopping but don't.
For example I saw a cyclist riding up a long hill on a rainy day and thought "Should I stop and offer him a lift?" (I have a bicycle roof rack on my car).
After having these thoughts several times, I decided that the next time I see someone that might be in need, I would stop and ask.
Last Saturday on my way home from my rainy hike, I saw a pickup truck with a flat tire stopped in the triangle of where a highway divides. The driver had a cone out, the doors were open and his flashers on.
When I saw it was "just a flat tire", I kept going. But then I remembered my promise to myself. So I drove to the next exit and doubled back.
When I went past again I could not see the person. I figured he must have found a ride to go get help. I had to recross the bridge to the north shore to be able to get across the highway. When I made it back to where the truck was, I could see him underneath his truck.
It had taken me 20 minutes to do the turnaround and get back to him.
I figured if he was still there after this much time, he really must need some help.
I had to go past by about a block to find a safe place to leave my car and then I walked back to where this fellow was.
I asked him if he needed a ride somewhere to go get help? He then asked me if I knew how to change a flat tire.
Talk about a role reversal. So-o-o-o-o, I talked him through changing his wheel over to his spare "temporary" tire.
He knew he needed his jack, but he didn't seem to know what to do with it. So, with me guiding him, and he doing the work, we got his tired changed.
I made sure he understood that his spare was strictly a temporary change and that he needed to get his flat tire fixed ASAP. I also made sure he knew he had to tighten the lug nuts very tight. Otherwise I think they may not have stayed on until he could get to a repair place.
In the end I was glad I had gone back and helped him otherwise he might still be there on the highway trying to figure out how to use his jack.