This is not exactly a blog about motorcycles.
I’m on the way home from the store on my bike and I see a car stalled on State Line. It is in the center turn lane heading north as I’m heading south. I know it is stalled because there is a young man pushing it. In a knee-jerk reaction, I pull into a parking lot to get turned around. In less than 60 seconds, I’m pulling up in the center lane behind the stalled vehicle. More people have arrived and they are pushing it, making a left into a parking lot. By the time I reach the car, less than a minute after I first spotted it, there is barely room for another set of hands on the trunk.
The person on my left is a white man in his 50s. To my right is an attractive, young African-American lady. There is a good mix of race, age and gender lending muscle to this endeavor. Other than our humanity, the only thing we have in common is our desire to help a stranded motorist.
I’ve come to expect this sort of thing in Texarkana. I’m sure there are other cities and towns where similar attitudes prevail, but sadly there are many where it’s unheard of. I happened to hear one of the people pushing comment that he’d been there and knew how it felt to be stranded. I think it’s that empathy, the recognition of others as similar to ourselves, that make this such a good place to live.
There was a question posted on one of the motorcycle boards I belong to about what scenery various cities have to offer. Some of the people spoke of great views of a lake, river or beach their cities could offer. Others mentioned mountains and hills. All of that is nice, but one of the most impressive scenes I’ve witnessed to commend a city was six people pushing a stranded car.
— Guy Wheatley