Good Deed... sorta (not really)

As I was driving into work this morning and turned onto the little road that leads to our office, I came upon a man standing next to his Harley. It was an odd place to be stopped and since he was walking around the bike and looking down at it dismally, I figured it had broken down on him.

Now, my father rides a Harley as do some of his friends. I myself have spent a good deal of time on the back of Harleys and so I know what it’s like to be broken down and stranded. It’s not fun. Also a family friend recently was in a hit and run accident on his Harley and he lay on the side of the road with many broken bones while people just drove by him without stopping to help.

Clearly this man had not been in an accident and he also didn’t appear to be too terribly distressed but the biker in me kicked in and I thought I should just briefly pause as I went by him to make sure he didn’t need any help. I slowed as I got to him and he looked at me – I mouthed, “You ok?” He smiled but didn’t respond to me. So I rolled down my window and asked again, “everything ok?” He kept smiling and walked over to my jeep.

Stranded Biker: So, do you make it a habit of stopping to help strange men on the side of the road?

And I thought that that was possibly one of the cheesiest lines I’d heard in a long time so I replied with a little cheese of my own…

Me: Only when they’re riding Harleys.

Stranded Biker laughs and goes on to explain to me that his brother took his bike out for a ride yesterday and ran down the gas without telling him. So he was simply out of gas.

But he was also chatty - possibly flirty (ok, definitely flirty).

He went on to tell me that he is in charge of building the casino next to my work and how he’s responsible for all the grief that their construction site has caused our company over the past year. He said he’s not just one of the guys, he’s THE guy. He then went on to ask what I did for a living and how I liked it. I chatted with him for a few minutes before he finally admitted that some of his employees have jerry cans and they will be able to bring him some gas to get his bike going again – but he thanked me very much for stopping and wished me a good day. And I went on my way.

So clearly a simple nod or wave that yes, everything was fine would have been sufficient when I first slowed to make sure he didn’t need any help. Not that I could have provided any mechanical or even medical assistance should he have needed any.

But his bike was pretty.

And I have a weakness for Harleys.

But it still counts as an attempted good deed.... right?