Still trying to figure out how we didn't wreck! Anyone else have this happen to them? It felt like I was riding over rumble strips at first and as I slowed down the handle bars started to wobble back and forth! I had at least 20 cars go by and one bike who all never stopped to see if we needed anything! I thought biker law said you should stop for other bikes!

 

In the old days we did, and even today most older riders will still stop and offer help...

BUTTTT ---- Most younger riders or younger people only care about themselves and not anyone else....Thus -- you see now how the world has changed. and it's not for the Better....

 

Most people are looking down at their phones, thus the reason they did not stop. They just did not see you.

 

I think that's got more to do with cell phones than people not caring. I always stop just in case, but maybe 95 percent of the time the person has a phone and there's absolutely nothing I can do to help.

 

lol the good old days that never actually existed.

 

Did you try to get the passing motorists attention so they knew you were in distress?
I'll stop but only if someone looks like they need help and not just taking a cigarette break....

 

Only because you weren't there ? Before all the Walter Mitty's of the world turned harleys into the new disney land experience there was a very different breed who rode and we did take care of each other in a pinch because nobody else was going to. That and the heart of it are long gone today.

 

I still stop and see if you need to use my phone or something I can do to get you on the way. Hell, I might sit and BS with you until help arrives.
Edit: Good to hear the OP didn't lose control.

 

I used to stop all the time. Which can be a pain, in heavy traffic . 95% of the time they are smoking or on their phone , or already called for help. So put your helmet on the ground or tie a bandana to your handlebar, or at least wave.
Last time I stopped on I90 for a car that I witnessed a blow out on. When I started walking towards him, he backed up a hundred yards and drove down the exit ramp on a totally flat tire. I don't know if he was afraid of me, or scared to sit on a shoulder. But I didn't appreciate his bizarre response.

 

Your so correct twizted, good post