With such a beautiful day I got some of the assorted maintenance done on the 929 and headed out south. Didn't get very far before it started to act up. Seems either my charging or battery is going south. Being one who gets stuck on more than one occasion I recoginze this as an "omen" and head back home.
Just 3 miles from home it completely quits I coast to the shoulder on Hwy 83 in Franktown (an unfortunately steep and loose shoulder) and hop off. After assessing my situration (yup, your stuck dude) I phone the wife and ask her to head my way with a 10mm wrench and jumper cables. While waiting within 10 minutes at least a dozen riders of all makes and shapes ride (cruisers / sport touring / domestic and import ) Only one rider takes the time to slow down to see if I'm ok and need of assistance.
One F@#$ing rider! Fortunately I had things under hand and didn't and thanked the rider as he headed on his way, but what a shitty group of people drove by me this afternoon. Years ago when all I had was an old HD I always stopped when I saw a rider on the side of the road and not obviously just taking a photo.
To all those out the remember we are all choosing to ride on 2 wheels, and by that choice alone we all are brothers and sisters. Treat them that way please.