I was riding down some backroads several years ago on my old Suzuki, following a decrepit old Chevy pickup (think Sanford and Son) full of junk. I was keeping a close eye on him as I expected an old sink or lawnmower or something to come flying at me any time. What I didn't expect was his driveshaft to fail and fall off! I swerved around the driveshaft in the road and he coasted to the shoulder. I stopped to see if he needed help. I guessed correctly that this guy wasn't carrying a cell phone or a member of AAA.
We were a few miles from a barbecue joint where some of his relatives worked, so I told him hop on. For some reason, the guy wanted to take his broken driveshaft with him. I said maybe that's not a good idea on the bike, but he was pretty determined - why I don't know. Anyway, it was just a couple miles, so what the hell. We must have been quite a sight, me and a 250+ pound guy on the back holding a 4' long steel driveshaft. We got some strange looks, but I think he was having fun back there. I have to say the handling on my bike wasn't so great with my new passenger, but we made it without incident and he hooked me up with some great smoked brisket. I guess he got it fixed because I'd pass him once in a while and always got a big smile and wave.