When a biker pulls over at the side of the road, other bikes stop or slow down to see if their fellow rider needs a hand. At least, that is how it used to be. Last year, on my way to the Reading Motorcycle Club rally in Oley, Pennsylvania, my bike was suffering from an electrical problem; it died on Route 422 just 15 minutes away from the rally. I was struck by the fact that at least a dozen bikes rode by and not one slowed down to see if I needed assistance. Finally, a former biker who was in a pick-up truck stopped and gave me a lift into town for help. Maybe this was just a statistical fluke. Heck, out of every dozen folks in any group, there have to be at least a couple of a-holes. Maybe the roll of the die was just not in my favor that day.