I grew up in a part of Cornwall where going shopping usually meant a 20-30 mile round trip. Carburettors and contact breakers lived under most bonnets, no-one had a mobile phone and any exposure to a computer involved lots of typing or a cassette deck.
Everyone stopped for a broken down car. If you had tools and knowledge you tried to fix it, if not you ferried the unfortunate driver to a town or garage.
I rescued a few. Some would give you something for your help, others couldn't but were always grateful.
A few years after I moved away I stopped to check on an alfa with it's bonnet up and my offer of help was greeted in the same manner one might greet the offer of having a boiled stoat rammed up a nostril.
I'd stop for a dangerous situation or if a family was stuck. Anyone with a Fiat Forum sticker would get the gold service obviously!
To be honest I'd probably stop for anyone who looked like they needed help. I find it pitiful that we allow ourselves to be scared to stop and offer help. Living scared of everything ain't livin'.
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Everyone stopped for a broken down car. If you had tools and knowledge you tried to fix it, if not you ferried the unfortunate driver to a town or garage.
I rescued a few. Some would give you something for your help, others couldn't but were always grateful.
A few years after I moved away I stopped to check on an alfa with it's bonnet up and my offer of help was greeted in the same manner one might greet the offer of having a boiled stoat rammed up a nostril.
I'd stop for a dangerous situation or if a family was stuck. Anyone with a Fiat Forum sticker would get the gold service obviously!
To be honest I'd probably stop for anyone who looked like they needed help. I find it pitiful that we allow ourselves to be scared to stop and offer help. Living scared of everything ain't livin'.
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