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Pay It Forward: Rider Blog

Steve and I got the rim off his ST in about 10 minutes while Bob picked up lunch. We ate while the service department changed out the flat for a new tire. We were back on the road within an hour.

Steve and I got the rim off his ST in about 10 minutes while Bob picked up lunch. We ate while the service department changed out the flat for a new tire. We were back on the road within an hour.

Photo Credit: Scott 'Bones' Williams

Scott ‘Bones’ Williams
January 8, 2013
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Even well-designed and well-maintained machines break down. Problems as minor as a broken chain, flat tire or dead battery can immobilize a motorcycle and strand a rider.

Many of us on motorcycles have the skills and carry the tools to attempt minor roadside repairs, but occasionally a solution appears out of the blue when a rider stops to render assistance. It may come from someone who has been on the receiving end of such help, someone who knows the importance of paying it forward. Larry from San Diego has helped many stranded riders over the years. His first lesson in “road karma,” as he calls it, came when he was about 10 years old.

“I was on the back of my father’s FLH Harley,” he explained. “We were riding from Sacramento to Lake Tahoe. My father saw another man on a shovelhead Harley broken down on the side of the road. He stopped without saying anything to me to see if he could help. The other rider’s chain had broken. My father opened up his saddlebag and pulled out his old green army ammo can of tools and parts, fished around and found a master link. Together they fixed the bike. My father would not accept anything in return.”

Fast forward about 20 years. Larry was riding the same California highway on an old iron head Sportster when the bike’s chain broke. “Another rider about my age on an old shovelhead stopped and asked if I needed help. I told him I’d thrown my chain and asked if by chance he had a spare master link. He did. As we were fixing the chain, he told me he always carried one when he was riding his deceased father’s bike. Said someone on an old pink Harley helped his old man on this road when his chain broke and he purchased a master link in case he ever ran into the guy who helped him again. Said he never found the guy who helped him.”

The Harley that Larry’s father had ridden was painted pink and white. Larry wondered if it was really possible that these two men, repairing a bike together at the side of the road, were the sons of two men who did the same thing two decades before while a young Larry watched. The facts pointed in that direction. Since his profession compels him to keep his identity under the radar, Larry decided not to pursue the answer, but the encounter made a lasting impact on him. “I’ve been paying it forward ever since.”

This bike’s rider won’t be going far on that tire. Would you be able and willing to help him out?

This bike’s rider won’t be going far on that tire. Would you be able and willing to help him out?

Your humble scribe is fortunate that in three decades of riding, a motorcycle has broken down only once and left me stranded. By a stroke of luck, my friend Randy, an automotive technician trainer and the most talented wrench I know, was right behind me at the time. My Honda ST1300 abruptly died on I-70 in not-so-scenic East St. Louis, Illinois. No power, no clocks, just nothing. Even without the benefit of a multi-meter, Randy diagnosed the problem—no power to the ignition switch—from the breakdown lane.

Meanwhile, Steve (who was right in front of me and managed to pull over) and Bob (who was further ahead and had to cross the bridge to Missouri) talked on their cell phones. They accessed the Rider Assistance Network, comprised of members of the ST-Owners forum who volunteer local knowledge, time, tools—whatever it takes—to help stranded riders. They connected with Rick who knew of a Honda dealer near my location and made a phone call. Not long after, Tim, the owner of Belleville Honda, arrived with a flatbed trailer. We talked on the drive back to his shop and I learned that he had been a nationally ranked racer in his younger days. Sounded like he was a motorcycle guy by choice, a businessman by necessity.

Tim rolled my bike off the trailer and into the shop. A twenty-something technician named Kyle put aside the job he’d been working on and Randy briefed him on his road side diagnosis. When the side panel came off, the culprit was apparent: the wire that feeds the ignition switch from the harness had corroded and broken off at the connector. Kyle cleaned up the wire harness, installed a new connector and the bike started.

Elated at how smoothly this scenario played out, I was ready and willing to pay whatever the shop owner charged. He handed me the invoice: Shop Charges $25. “I guess I have to charge you something,” he said. “I’ve got to pay my guys, but I understand what it’s like to break down so far from home. I’m glad we got you going.”

I paid the bill and handed him a tip, which he refused despite my insistence. Placing the money on the counter I said, “Then this can cover lunch for the guys in the shop.” He decided that would be OK. As I backed out my bike to continue the ride, I saw that someone had quietly tucked a Bellville Honda T-shirt in my top case.

It was my turn to pay it forward, and two days later the opportunity presented itself. It was mid-morning, still chilly, and I stopped for a break at a road-side rest area in central Pennsylvania. As I stretched next to my motorcycle, a young woman walked across the parking lot toward me. In my experience, young women alone tend to walk away from the motorcycle guy, so I smiled and said good morning to put her at ease.

It’s not always a major mechanical breakdown that renders your bike immobile. This corroded connector left me at the side of I-70.

It’s not always a major mechanical breakdown that renders your bike immobile. This corroded connector left me at the side of I-70.

“Excuse me, do you know how to change a tire?”

“I do. Need some help?”

She explained that her brother and a girlfriend had managed to get the spare tire and jack out of the trunk, but that was all they could figure how to do.

“Did you look at the owner’s manual? That shows you what to do, step by step.”

She stared blankly. I suggested we walk over to her car for a look. The space-saver spare was leaned up against the fender. It looked to be touching asphalt for the first time. With my thumb I pushed on the sidewall. It felt soft.

“Sit tight while I pull my bike over here. I have some things that will help.”

The tire gauge confirmed my suspicion: 21 pounds. Recommended pressure shown on the spare was 60 pounds. I took out my portable air compressor.

“Your spare tire needs air. Let’s get that started and then we’ll take that flat tire off the car. Here, plug this into your cigarette lighter.”

Thanks to Randy, Steve and Bob; to Rick and the Rider Assistance Network; and to Tim and Kyle at Belleview Honda, it was almost fun breaking down in East St. Louis. Almost.

Thanks to Randy, Steve and Bob; to Rick and the Rider Assistance Network; and to Tim and Kyle at Belleview Honda, it was almost fun breaking down in East St. Louis. Almost.

“My what?”

“How about plugging it in where you charge your phone?”

“OK. You don’t have to stay. Really, you must have somewhere to go.”

“You’re right, I do have somewhere to go, but you need help and I’m doing for you what I would want someone to do for my daughter. All three of you, pay attention. You’re going to help me do this so if you ever need to do it yourself—or help someone else—you will know how.”

In a few minutes, the lesson was complete and a properly inflated spare tire was on the car. The flat on its aftermarket rim was too big to fit in the recess the space-saver spare had come out of, so there was some shuffling of bags and trunk junk to make everything fit. As I stowed my compressor, the girl who first approached tried to slip me a twenty. I refused it.

“Just promise me something,” I said in my best fatherly tone of voice. “Promise you’ll read your owner’s manual so you know more about your car, and promise you’ll watch out for people riding motorcycles. You’ve got a long trip to New Jersey so you’ll have an opportunity to do both.” All three promised they would, thanked me again and set off. A few miles up the road I passed them. They waved to me, and one of them held up the owner’s manual. Seems they were keeping their promise on both counts.

Paying it forward always feels good, but probably feels best when it helps kids. A bright sunrise stirred me awake on a summer Sunday morning. I left my wife and daughter to sleep in and took a ride to find French toast and bacon. Observing the Fifty Mile Rule, I found myself at Denny’s Pantry in Greenfield, Massachusetts, a local diner with no relation to the national Denny’s chain. An empty stool at the counter placed me in the company of an old guy who shared stories of his younger days and the motorcycles he rode. Our conversation was enhanced by the fiery interjections of our career waitress and my breakfast stop turned into something of an event.

Belly full, I began to wander more-or-less south toward home. Along a newly discovered back road, I passed two boys by the side of the road. One of their bicycles looked out of commission so I turned around and asked if they needed a hand. They nodded. A quick inspection revealed the problem: the chain was jammed between the smallest sprocket and the frame. The boys had been jumping on the pedal trying to work the chain free but had only managed to wedge it in more tightly.

Turns out that oil drip was coming from a drain plug that wasn’t sufficiently torqued—an easy road-side fix with the right wrench.

Turns out that oil drip was coming from a drain plug that wasn’t sufficiently torqued—an easy road-side fix with the right wrench.

“I think we can fix this,” I reassured them. I grabbed my tool roll and a bit of finagling with a right angle screwdriver popped the chain free.

“Thanks, mister,” said the older of the boys. “It’s cool that you carry tools with you.

“I always carry tools. I never know if something of mine will need fixing or if someone else will need help.” He seemed to understand.

Feeding the chain back on, I noticed the teeth on that smallest sprocket were rounded off but the larger sprockets looked unworn. “Does your chain come off a lot?”

“Uh-huh, all the time.”

“Try shifting up to one of these sprockets and I bet it’ll stay put. When you get home, try cleaning the crud out of the chain and sprockets, too.”

They assured me there was a can of WD40 in the garage. I agreed that would be a good start.

“Thanks a lot, mister.”

Five minutes of road-side fix-it gave me enough good feelings to last all day. I’d like to think it also planted in two young boys that sense of “road karma” Larry discovered on the road to Lake Tahoe. Perhaps someday these boys will be among those of us who stop to offer assistance, those of us who know the importance of paying it forward.

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15 Responses to “Pay It Forward: Rider Blog”

  1. carl on January 8th, 2013 5:21 pm

    30mins of time and a day of smiles… a bargain.
    Ride on.

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  2. Paul on January 8th, 2013 8:15 pm

    When asked which commandment was the greatest, Jesus gave two, love God and love your neighbor. This is what that kind of love looks like. Thanks for sharing it.

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  3. Randy on January 8th, 2013 11:52 pm

    Scott
    It was an adventure on that ride and I was happy to be there to help! Paying it forward is something I also try to do for others! Growing up in a farming community you always helped your neighbor!

    Randy

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    Bones Reply:

    I still say it was a stroke of luck to have you on my six when trouble arrived. With Bob and Steve and Rick working the phones it was like having a breakdown concierge. Always great riding with you, Randy…thanks again.

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  4. Walter Downarowicz on January 9th, 2013 11:50 am

    Great story, the world needs more of this kind of thinking. Thanks for the inspiration!

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  5. Dave M on January 9th, 2013 5:06 pm

    Great Article Bones!! I broke down last year coming home from Canada, even though the person that stopped could not help out, it was just knowing that someone was there if I needed it. They stayed with me till the tow truck arrived! I do the same when I see someone is broken down!

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  6. Shuey on January 10th, 2013 4:51 pm

    Heartwarming Scott. Anyone who puts in time on the road has had opportunities to assist others. The only question is how long you have to think about whether you want to stop or not. If to long, on interstates in particular, you’re to far past to get safely back.

    My solution is to stop without thinking about it and decide then if help is needed.

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  7. George Catt on January 10th, 2013 6:47 pm

    I think I know Larry, I fur sur know Scott and Randy and several others mentioned,,, good group o’ guys.

    I have been on both sides of this coin, always appreciate any help and will go out’a my way to help others. Never leave a motocyclist standing. One of my faves was coming across a guy and his son riding an old Honda Sabre. He said it had “just quit”. I quickly found the broken main fuse (one of those old flat pieces with a screw in each end. They tend to get brittle over time.) There was no spare so I picked up a gum wrapper out of the gutter and used it to get’em back on the road, with a pledge to replace it with the real thing at the earliest opportunity.

    Tons of stories like that with flats, lack-of-gas, loose wiring connectors, etc. Some giving and some receiving help us all to meet and continue on our way.

    Thanks, Scott, for reminding us, we’re all in this together.

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  8. Tom Wacker on January 11th, 2013 6:32 am

    Great read, Mr.Bones! You just made my day!

    Thanks for stopping. One day it might be for me:)

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    Bones Reply:

    Tom, hopefully our paths will cross soon, and hopefully not because one of us has broken down!

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  9. Dana Teel on January 15th, 2013 5:20 pm

    Great read Scott! I have stopped on many occasions to help. Most motorcyclists are privy to the thumbs up or thumbs down sign when waiting on the side of the road. It helps a lot in my southern California commute as I typically see the broke down motorists way too late to move across the necessary lanes to provide assistance. If they give me a thumbs down (indicating that they need help but none has yet arrived) then I will take the next exit an loop around. I’ve done that on a few occasions and it’s not uncommon for someone else to stop and render aid before I can get back around. The thumbs up (and the smile) then gives me permission to continue on. I never accept money for helping, I know they appreciate it, what I want is for them to help others when it’s safe. Would like to see the good karma passed on.

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  10. Dennis Henley on January 17th, 2013 9:30 pm

    While taking a late fall ride with my brother through western Maryland I lost control on a wet curve and went down hard. Just having my brother there to help me get the bike off the road, think rationally and seek out a Med-Express was priceless. My brother called two friends of ours back home with whom we often ride to let them know of the mishap, and they both, without hesitation, volunteered to come down from Pittsburgh to Hagerstown, at least three hours away, to load me up and haul me back. The bike was operable, though ultimately totalled and I wanted to get home sooner, so rode back on the most miserable ride of my life, but that expression of concern and kindness was deeply impressive to me. That is true and selfless friendship.

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  11. Ski on January 18th, 2013 5:08 pm

    “Paying it forward???” This is one stupid term that makes no sense at all.

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    Bones Reply:

    Paying it forward describes the concept of asking the beneficiary of a good deed to repay it through a good deed to someone in need rather than to the original benefactor. “When someone helps you, don’t pay it back, pay it forward.” Makes all kinds of sense to me.

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  12. Ron Wright on January 28th, 2013 12:02 pm

    When riding up the mountain to Kings Canyon National Park I noticed the line of cars in front of me were swerving around a car that had stopped in the middle of our lane. I parked off the road and walked over to ask the driver, who was sitting in his car what I could do to help, and then noticed the walker in his backseat. He was pretty well trapped in his car as it had simply stopped running. I pushed his car off the road and made sure help was on the way and he had water. Great article!

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