A Breakdown - then A Priceless Moment

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I have found that when you travel "alone" on a motorcycle, at least in the USA , your are never alone. I broke down one Sunday morning a few years ago outside Birmingham, Alabama while travelling alone on my Yamaha TDM 850, (bad gas, really bad gas from an old station in Georgia) and it wasn't five minutes before a couple of guys in a pickup pulled over to help. It was going to be too complicated to fix the bike on the side of the road so they gave me a lift into town where I arranged for a tow truck. While I was in the gas station a Deputy Sherriff pulls in and seeing me in my leathers, motions me over to the cruiser and asks if that was my bike back a few miles along the road. I said it was and then he offers me a ride back to the bike while waiting for the tow truck. So I hop in the cruiser and off we go. Now this is a young deputy, clean cut, and athletic looking. We talk about my riding a little, a little about my bike, where I'm going, etc., and then he says "I ride". And I said "You do? What do you ride?" and he says "A GSXR 750" Now a Suzuki GSXR 750 is one of the fastest production bikes on the planet - it is a true race bike with lights. So I look directly at him through my 60 year old eyes and say in an earnest voice "A GSXR 750, huh, Do you always obey the speed limit?" And he says to me without missing a beat - "I do in Alabama." A priceless moment and an example of what makes travelling alone by motorcycle such an adventure. You never know who you are going to meet and what is going to happen. Just do it and see. If you do, it is almost a sure thing that you will have some great stories of your own.