my roommate was driving us to McDonalds when I spot someone struggling to pick up their bike on the entrance to a gas station. I immediately told my friend to stop the car, and she reluctantly pulled into the gas station and I run over and ask the guy if he needs help.
helped stand the bike up and watched him get on it and try to start the engine figured I'd wait for the engine to start up before I head back out. He couldn't get the engine to start, I looked down and saw that the gas was in the 'off' position so I just turned it to on and watch him try again. I start a small convo w/ him telling him I ride an f3 as well and tell him my bike takes some time to start up again after its been tipped over, and then realized he may have tipped the bike over as it stalled due to lack of gas. so I switched on the choke, pressing the starter as I twist the throttle a bit and sure enough after half a minute or so, it comes back to life.
now, I feel pretty good for helping out another rider, but as I sit back at home and think about it, he seemed like he was in a rush, maybe frustrated from dropping his bike and all. but he really gave off a big noobish vibe, like he wasn't comfortable w/ the controls of the bike, I was acting the same way w/ that same
look as he did when I first got my f3. makes me think I should have kept talking to him after I got the bike started to see if he was alright or at least calm his nerves down a bit. I dunno, what do you guys think? was there anything else I could have done at that point? I more or less just said 'take it easy' and walked away after he thanked me... only to find out from my friend that the dude was heading towards the freeway, and this was at the start of afternoon traffic in LA. hope the dude's ok.