A week ago, while on my way home from visiting friends in MO, my bike broke down on the side of the interstate. Luckily I was only around 90 miles from where most of my family lives and my brother was able to come get me. What got me thinking was this. I sat on the side of the road, fiddling with my bike trying to see if I could figure out what was wrong with it for over 2 hours and the only 2 people who stopped was a sherriff's deputy and a really cool older couple in a chopped 46 Ford. At least 20 bike rode by without most even acknowledging me at all. I have almost no skills when it comes to bike repair, but I have never rode by a broke down bike without stopping to see if there was anything I could do to help. I wasn't too worried because I knew someone was on the way to get me, but it just struck me as odd that not one single person on a bike thought to stop. Maybe I just look scarry!!??
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