This reminded me of a time when I was riding my Harley from Colorado Springs Colorado to Reno Nevada. During one stretch I was in the middle of nowhere on highway 50.... Better known as the loneliest road in America. I had run out of gas, I had a female passenger with me, and little prospect of a timely outcome. After just a short while, a family came along in an SUV and offered to take us to the next town... get us gas, and return us to the motorcycle. The next town was about 12 miles away (so close yet so far when you are out of gas). Anyway, as we were riding in to the town, we began talking... There was an older couple, and their daughter and son-in-law. Through our conversation, I found out that they were headed to California to attend the trail for a man that had kidnapped, raped, and murdered the daughter and son-in-laws 5 year old daughter. I was amazed that with all they had going on, that they would stop to help strangers out.

When we got into town and at a gas station, I was going to check to see if they had a gas can for sale, and the elder gentleman told me to just use a gallon jug that he had in the trunk that he had distilled water in. After getting the gas, they returned us to the motorcycle and stayed with us to ensure that we were able to get the bike started, and then followed us to town to ensure that we did not have any further troubles.

I remember asking him why he would stop and help me out with what they were going through, and he said 1. I am a Harley rider too, and 2. It is just the right thing to do.

I was literally choking back tears for the next hour or so just thinking about the devasty that they were having to endure.