Pay it forward / Pay it back
Long story short, I was riding home yesterday evening from Chicago on 290 West. The bike died. I fired it right back up, and is started running crappy after 5 seconds. I pulled over and stopped around Harlem. Within 5 minutes a car pulled over from the left lane, to the shoulder on the right where I was. A guy got out, he was wearing a riding vest under his jacked, and introduced himself as King, from a group I can't remember. We screwed around with the bike, and he finally asked if I was out of gas, and I was. (Bike is new to me, I learned the hard way). He was going to pick up his girlfriend and said if she had a gas tank and he saw me on the way back, he'd pull back over. A half hour later, I'm sitting there with an IDOT guy who radio'd for someone to come with gas, when King pulls back over, and gets out of his car with a gas can. We dumped a gallon in, shook the bike back and forth a little, hit the starter a few times, and then it fired right up. I got off at the next exit, topped off the tank, and was on my way. I couldn't thank King enough, he said no worries, 'it could have been me on the side of the road.'
Thank you King, I owe you a lunch and at least a few good deeds to strangers.