I have found mostly good samaritan action. Yesterday my red flashing taillight went flying off my bike, batteries and everything scattered, on a steep downhill (so everything went everywhere.) I set my bike down by the side of the road, walked back up (klunck, klunck, klunck) and used my headlamp to look for all the parts (amazingly, the thing was not broken - it is a Cateye and I will buy this brand again). As I searched around, three cars came down the hill and all of them slowed and asked if I was okay. Granted it was dark and may have looked odd with me wandering around in cleats and a headlamp. But it was still nice of them to stop.



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Seriously, though, that is a shame. There does seem to be some difference riding closer to the city than farther out. Once you're past the suburbs, folks are also more inclined to wave and say hello as they go by. That's probably part of the reason why I so rarely ride anywhere within 25 miles of DC.
sent them on their merry way with a smile and a wave and managed the flat all by myself!