Along the same lines but a bit different.
I was driving a semi last week through west Cessnock and was waiting for a phone call.
It was around 8.30 AM so stopped the truck outside the pub and walked into the beer garden
looking for somewhere to wash my hands. There was a bloke sitting on a bench beside his Sportster.
He was wearing a green bomber jacket. I asked him what year his bike was and he rolled his eyes and said "I don't know"
The bloke was a TOTAL FUKIN WANKER and I told him so but he had no reply to that.
Cunts like that are few and far between. Thank Fuck!

known what steelo? That I rode a bike? whats that got to do with anything?

Settle down big fella. He might not have known the year of the bike.

I can only go off my own experience here on the Gold Coast. I have stopped several times to see if they are alright, that includes any bikes not just Harleys. When I had my Street Glide and bought the adjustable shocks I was quite often pulled over somewhere with a saddle bag off tinkering with it and pretty much every time at least one rider or car would pull up to see if I was alright. After a few times I tried doing it out of sight as to not inconvenience anyone lol.

the wife and I sat in the rain for 4 hours just out of Kyogle when my drive cog stripped, a lady on an old commodore (picture a hippy from Nimbin) 15 minutes before the cavalry arrived.

Who would have thought a lady in in a sarong and mesh top would stand in the rain and chat, then still offer help to load the bike.

yes, I could have got pics, but the wife was a tad TOEY because of the conditions

What's happened to the Street Glide mate?

Oh boy, this could end up a bit like a "We had to live in a shoebox and eat cold gravel" scenario.

So in the mid 80's on the border of S.A and W.A  my bike broke down and I waited for 3 frickin days before I convinced a truck driver with an empty car carrying truck to give me a ride back to Adelaide. Cunt still would only do it if I paid him a hundred bucks beforehand.

In that 3 days in the rain not one person asked if I was ok or needed help. Thank fuck it was winter and not summer.

 

I got stuck at the roadhouse at the junction to Ayers Rock in an EH Holden back in the early nineties.
We waited for three days on a cam gear to come up from Adelaide but it never arrived.
Just as well we had a big bag of dope.
We ended up getting towed up to Alice Springs by a hippy dude.
All he wanted was a tank of fuel and a joint.

Nice Guzzi. I have a MKIV 1000 in the shed on blocks.

Forumites. Here's a humorous instructional video if you break down and have to ride on the back of someone else's bike.

http://thebullitt.blogspot.com.au/2015/07/how-to-ride-bitch-video-explanation.html