So I did my good deed for the year!

[viper94bite]

Was out riding yesterday when I came to a backed up section of traffic. Saw a guy run his bike across the road obviously not running. I thought about pulling over but didn't see anywhere to do so. Saw some other bikes keep going. I turned the corner saw somewhere to turn around and went back. Pulled in the end of a secured parking lot and walked up to the guy. He was sweating to death and obviously frustrated to all hell. Cursing the bike and all. Turns out all he need was someone to help him push start his old zuk. So I pushed it while he was on the kickstarter and when it fired up we waved and he was on his way. Not a big deal to most i'm sure, but I felt pretty good about it. And I'm sure he appreciated the help.

[tlwisner]

Hell yeah, bikers help bikers! Good job.

[Louis]

[drgibson]

pat pat pat good job.

[Atlas68]

Good on ya mate! If bikers don't look out for bikers, who will? Not the cagers, unless they're wannabees maybe.

[SKTR]

Originally Posted by viper94bite

Turns out all he need was someone to help him push start his old zuk. So I pushed it while he was on the kickstarter and when it fired up we waved and he was on his way. Not a big deal to most i'm sure, but I felt pretty good about it. And I'm sure he appreciated the help.

I'm sure he did too, Viper, Was great you could stop, and did. I needed and received a push start about a week ago, so can tell you IT WAS APPRECIATED ! SO THANKS TO ALL YOU GOOD GUYS WHO STOP AND GIVE A HAND.

[viper94bite]

I was glad to help the guy. Hopefully if I ever need help someone will stop for me too. But with my luck they'll try to run me over.

[blackie1491]

[Clint]

So what, you're off the hook for an entire year now?

[intimid8er]

Good job Ray!

Last Friday, I picked my son up from the movies.

10:30 p.m. There is a Harley guy alongside the road in distress. I park in an empty business on the corner, and walk back to him. I offer him my cell phone, a ride, a push, or anything. The guy looks at me like I had the gall to stop and help him because I got out of an import. There he was, in his DOT approved Do-Rag, and CE armored vest, stranded, and I'm offering help, and he's snapping at me.

He wasn't making the least bit of sense. He kept muttering, "It won't start." and mindlessly cranking the bike over, again and again. I notice a hypercharger on the side. I asked if he installed it, and if he rejetted it. "The Dealership did it."

"Did they re-jet it for you?"

"The Dealership did it. It won't start."

"Yes. I understand. Did they re-jet it?"

"The Dealership did it." I could see where this was going, so I didn't bother to ask, if the mod was done to it to pressurize the float bowls.

I closed the butterflies with my hand, and had him fire it over (it almost caught). "The Dealership did it. It won't work." He says again. Not wanting to debate "what" won't work, I let it go, and he resumed his mindless cranking of the machine.

"You might not want to do that too much anymore, it's flooding." I point out.

"It won't flood." he snaps.

"Dude, I smell raw fuel. It's flooding."

"I just put fresh fuel in it, it can't flood."

Now I see what I'm dealing with. I ask him what happened, and he lays into an expletive ridden tirade, of how he rides along (this has happened multiple times), and then the bike dies. So my mind is ticking off, possibly a bad ignition module causing the bike to shut down when it gets hot, in that case, the only thing he can do, is just wait until the bike cools. Next, I zero in on his comment about a "fresh" tank. Hmmn....Florida fair-weather rider? Won't ride all winter because the temp has been too cool to be seen sportin' about in anything but a do-rag and t-shirt. Possibly the fuel went bad, and gummed up the carb? Or a combination of the above? He kept muttering about the dealership while still running the dang starter, over and over. I ran the above scenarios among others, and their cures in my head for a few seconds, realized I'm dealing with a headcase, shrugged, and once again, offered my cell phone, a ride, or at least a push out of the road and up the incline to where my wife's Honda Element was. His reply was that he didn't need my help, his bike was a piece of detritus from his bowels, and the friggin' dealership did it. All the while, repeatedly mashing the start button over and over. At that point, I just walked away, and didn't look back.

I'll continue to stop for distressed bikers, this won't deter me. Because at ten-thirty at night, my bike dies, and someone offers some sort of help. I'd be very, very, very, grateful. Even though I may not need or want that persons help, I would be grateful they stopped and thank them every chance I could, and at least be as friendly as I could as the circumstances dictate.

At the very least, I garnered an amusing tale from it.

[Atlas68]

Originally Posted by intimid8er

At the very least, I garnered an amusing tale from it.

And that you did...What a marooon.

[viper94bite]

Originally Posted by RowdyRed94

So what, you're off the hook for an entire year now?

Yup! thats how it works! lol. jk

[blackie1491]

Tim
You stopped thats what counts.
Some people are beyond help.
I was taking some pictures down a side street. A fellow on a Honda went bombing past on the main street, saw me, went down the road, then came back to offer assistance. We spent a good part of an hour bs'ing, exchanging cards.We may even get a ride in together.

So stopping offers an oppertunity to meet others.

[HAMMERPETE]

Originally Posted by intimid8er

Good job Ray!

Last Friday, I picked my son up from the movies.

10:30 p.m. There is a Harley guy alongside the road in distress. I park in an empty business on the corner, and walk back to him. I offer him my cell phone, a ride, a push, or anything. The guy looks at me like I had the gall to stop and help him because I got out of an import. There he was, in his DOT approved Do-Rag, and CE armored vest, stranded, and I'm offering help, and he's snapping at me.

He wasn't making the least bit of sense. He kept muttering, "It won't start." and mindlessly cranking the bike over, again and again. I notice a hypercharger on the side. I asked if he installed it, and if he rejetted it. "The Dealership did it."

"Did they re-jet it for you?"

"The Dealership did it. It won't start."

"Yes. I understand. Did they re-jet it?"

"The Dealership did it." I could see where this was going, so I didn't bother to ask, if the mod was done to it to pressurize the float bowls.

I closed the butterflies with my hand, and had him fire it over (it almost caught). "The Dealership did it. It won't work." He says again. Not wanting to debate "what" won't work, I let it go, and he resumed his mindless cranking of the machine.

"You might not want to do that too much anymore, it's flooding." I point out.

"It won't flood." he snaps.

"Dude, I smell raw fuel. It's flooding."

"I just put fresh fuel in it, it can't flood."

Now I see what I'm dealing with. I ask him what happened, and he lays into an expletive ridden tirade, of how he rides along (this has happened multiple times), and then the bike dies. So my mind is ticking off, possibly a bad ignition module causing the bike to shut down when it gets hot, in that case, the only thing he can do, is just wait until the bike cools. Next, I zero in on his comment about a "fresh" tank. Hmmn....Florida fair-weather rider? Won't ride all winter because the temp has been too cool to be seen sportin' about in anything but a do-rag and t-shirt. Possibly the fuel went bad, and gummed up the carb? Or a combination of the above? He kept muttering about the dealership while still running the dang starter, over and over. I ran the above scenarios among others, and their cures in my head for a few seconds, realized I'm dealing with a headcase, shrugged, and once again, offered my cell phone, a ride, or at least a push out of the road and up the incline to where my wife's Honda Element was. His reply was that he didn't need my help, his bike was a piece of detritus from his bowels, and the friggin' dealership did it. All the while, repeatedly mashing the start button over and over. At that point, I just walked away, and didn't look back.

I'll continue to stop for distressed bikers, this won't deter me. Because at ten-thirty at night, my bike dies, and someone offers some sort of help. I'd be very, very, very, grateful. Even though I may not need or want that persons help, I would be grateful they stopped and thank them every chance I could, and at least be as friendly as I could as the circumstances dictate.

At the very least, I garnered an amusing tale from it.

Good Job Viper...but only one a year...come on



Tim
I have had the similiar situations. One time the guy had not switch the tank to reserve. Second was a non-venting gas cap. Bike ran fine without a passenger. ASA as another body was on the bike...bike would shut off.
Third I was walking the dogs with the Princess Rae...I noticed a son and father working on a old thunderbird..it has been a few weeks that this kid has been working on it. I finally had the chance to walk by and say Hello. Seems the engine has jumped timing. Worked fine until they pulled the intake and dizzy.
I asked them about TDC and the firing order. The kid snapped at me and told me that there was only one firing order for Fords and that the balancer must has slipped.
It seems he was backfiring thru the carb,,,I asked "are you sure?" He snapped again.
Well I could easliy see that spark plug wires were totally backwards. Just shoke my head and said good luck. The car has never run again.

[intimid8er]

Originally Posted by blackie1491

Tim
You stopped thats what counts.
Some people are beyond help.
I was taking some pictures down a side street. A fellow on a Honda went bombing past on the main street, saw me, went down the road, then came back to offer assistance. We spent a good part of an hour bs'ing, exchanging cards.We may even get a ride in together.

So stopping offers an oppertunity to meet others.

You are correct Bob! On the flip side, this is my second time stopping to help a bar and shield rider, and they act all put out by it. First time some schmuck was out on his Geezer Glide in flips, tank top, and Ray-bans. I see the bike veer off the road into some sand and grass crazily. Barely comes to a safe stop without falling, I get closer, and the guy is beating at his chest, and struggling to keep the bike upright. He was rather portly, and I started thinking he might be having a heart attack. I'm ready to put my kickstand down and leave my bike in the middle of the road to help out. I ask if he's alright, and if he needs help. He starts yelling. "NO...I'M FINE!!" meanwhile beating at his chest. "I DON'T NEED NO HELP!", and he's giving me these nasty looks. Then I realize, he's beating at his chest because a bee got sucked and caught in the pocket of clean air behind his windshield while he was tooling down the road, and decided to harass him as he rode his bike!!!! LOL

Oh well.....now if I could just have a word with the jackhole that used his truck that was festooned with Harley stickers, like a weapon against my bike as I was protecting my lane in backed up traffic the other day, it would make my week............ Son-of-gun had the nerve to wave "thanks" as he forced me out of the way.........

[intimid8er]

Originally Posted by HAMMERPETE

Second was a non-venting gas cap.

Actually, that was the first thing I thought of!

But if you could have seen this guy.....it was totally crazy.....words can't describe how weird it was Pete. To see how maniacally focused this guy was mashing the start button....and just muttering senseless crap....it was funny in it's own right!!

I kept looking at the gas cap, and had to resist the urge to touch the gas cap, and ask him to open it.

[HAMMERPETE]

Originally Posted by intimid8er

You are correct Bob! On the flip side, this is my second time stopping to help a bar and shield rider, and they act all put out by it. First time some schmuck was out on his Geezer Glide in flips, tank top, and Ray-bans. I see the bike veer off the road into some sand and grass crazily. Barely comes to a safe stop without falling, I get closer, and the guy is beating at his chest, and struggling to keep the bike upright. He was rather portly, and I started thinking he might be having a heart attack. I'm ready to put my kickstand down and leave my bike in the middle of the road to help out. I ask if he's alright, and if he needs help. He starts yelling. "NO...I'M FINE!!" meanwhile beating at his chest. "I DON'T NEED NO HELP!", and he's giving me these nasty looks. Then I realize, he's beating at his chest because a bee got sucked and caught in the pocket of clean air behind his windshield while he was tooling down the road, and decided to harass him as he rode his bike!!!! LOL

Oh well.....now if I could just have a word with the jackhole that used his truck that was festooned with Harley stickers, like a weapon against my bike as I was protecting my lane in backed up traffic the other day, it would make my week............ Son-of-gun had the nerve to wave "thanks" as he forced me out of the way.........

I can tell you right now..bees don't play. Down the back of the shirt...awhell!

[viper94bite]

Originally Posted by HAMMERPETE

Good Job Viper...but only one a year...come on

hey what can I say I don't see much around here. And when I do the police or ambulance are usually already there. or I see a bike thats already been left.

[merlot]

Originally Posted by intimid8er

Son-of-gun had the nerve to wave "thanks" as he forced me out of the way.........

Atleast he was polite about it!

Couldn't believe the drivers in Cali. Picked up the bike, put it on the trailer and went to LA to goto Disneyland. About every mile or two, a car would go by on the shoulder (we were all stopped) and then when they couldn't go any futher cuz of a car or whatever, they would just turn into the lane without regard. Even thou I'm there, they still decided that the lane was now theirs.