Bikerhen, I can chuckle about this now...but it's the opposite of your story...
A couple of years ago I was riding through a neighborhood on my way to my daily loop when I slipped on some sand and hit a car. I was OK (the poor woman I hit was scared to death!), but was pretty badly scraped. After I convinced her I wasn't going to die or sue her, she left. I called my DH because I was starting to bleed and I didn't want to ride the 2 miles home if I didn't have to. As I waited on the corner, bloody and banged up, no less than 3 women and 2 men walked by. Not one of them asked if I was OK or even said hello!
I still wonder if I was 25, instead of 50, 120 lbs. instead of 165 lbs., blonde hair instead of gray, would someone have stopped and asked me if I needed help? Of course, these people were not bikers, so that must explain it!



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