I just got back from a week in the Flathead Valley in Montana. The road was full of Harleys and a few non-Harleys. From the bugs on the windscreens and luggage mounted/tied/strapped on most of them it was obvious they weren't day-tripping. There were some with local plates, but a whole bunch with out-of-state plates.

Don't paint all Harley riders with the same broad brush. Most of those I know consider two or three hundred miles a quiet joy ride.

As for those who didn't stop - someone already had, right? In that situation I'll slow down and raise a hand. Most often I'm waved on by. If they need help, they'll indicate that and I'll stop.

 

In a sense you're right and as Bordo pointed out it does cross all genres of bikes.

Unfortunately it seems, at least in my corner of the world, that the type I'm talking about are quickly outnumbering the type you're talking about

 

I broke down as a kid (20 years ago) and an older guy stopped and help get me going again, since then I do my best to stop. Always keep a 2 gallon can of gas in the bed of my truck for the biker that pushed reserve just a little to far! (Did that move last year on my KLR, a very nice landscaper saw me stopped and poured a gallon in my tank)
Way to go! We have to watch out for each other because nobody else is!

 

I raided my 401k for my 19 year old bike

I know what you're saying, though....