a couple of years ago, on the last trip before I ripped the Rotus apart, I was about 15 minutes from my destination in the mountains (250 mile drive) when the car started overheating. I pulled over in the middle nowhere and discovered my radiator had sprung a leak.
A few minutes later, a state trooper came by, but simply passed by :nonod:.
A couple of minutes after that, a guy in a pickup pulled over and offered help if I followed him to his farm - I did, and he gave me some bottles of water, filled the radiator, and lent me a screwdriver for removing the nose. He told me to keep the screwdriver in case i needed to take the nose off again and add water.
I had NOTHING on me - the only thing I had was a copy of the Automobile magazine that covered the 7/7/7. I apologized for being empty handed and handed it to his son, who looked to be about 10. A couple of minutes later the kid's eyes lit up when he realized the car was in the magazine.
Anyway, I left there, and on the way back a couple of days later, I could not locate the side road the guy was on.
Moral of the story is that every time I see that screwdriver, it reminds me of the help a stranger offered - not expecting anything in return. I was using it tonight and it reminded me of that day and his help.