Setting at the red light where the I-10 offramp met the highway, watching a bike coming down the ramp.

A woman was riding solo, as she came to a stop, her front swayed back and forth a little and just as she put her right foot down, the bike had leaned to far.

She sat her down on the engine gard, the light turned green and I rushed over there (in my truck ) As I got out she was already thanking me, knowing she couldn't pick her up. (nice full dressed Harley)

I couldn't resist the fun of saying I ride a Roadstar but I help you pick up your Harley. She laughed, we picked her up, and she said, "It doesn't matter what you ride, I've been riding all sorts of bikes for 30 years and this is the 2nd time I layed one down, too bad she's only got 400 miles on her".

I said her bikes a beauty and to be safe and she thanked me again and said, "Go home, get out of that truck and get on two wheels, it don't matter what it is".

I looked around at all the cars and trucks and just smiled knowing I helped out a two wheeler