Meetings on the Road
Two ol' cowboys saw me crash in Wyoming on a dirt road miles from anywhere. They stopped what they were doing, drove well over a mile to get to me, and made sure I was OK.
I went down at a slippery toll booth in the Norfolk, VA area and the drivers behind me honked their horns, yelled, and drove on by. Even the toll booth operator yelled at me to get outta the way or she'd call the cops.
I had 2 of those terrible Hell's Angels stop and help me repair my generator alongside the road near Sacramento, CA.
I had a Nevada gas station/motel attendant give me a free room, keep my bike in the garage of the station with the battery on charge, and not charge me for that, either. Heck, she even dropped off a six pack of iced down brew her husband picked up for me.
I had a Milwaukee, WI cop threaten me with a weekend in jail because my tail light burned out. I had a Nevada highway patrolman offer to pace me so I could see how fast my Sporty would actually go!
I had a car full of New York punks throw a handful of something at me, yelling at me to get a Honda. I had a car full of partying Rosebud Reservation Sioux share their meal, their brews, and other stuff, 'cause they liked biker's spirits.
1 that stands out in my mind is, after leaving a Biker bar, my FLH ElectraGlide would not start. Here I am pushing it down the middle of the street myself... Tour pak and all, hop on the sob and she fires right up. I look up and have a gang of bikers applauding me.
I think that was my "Right of Passage" right there and then!







