I'm like you...I know things can happen and I keep my wits about me, but, honestly I've never had any serious trouble with anyone in my travels. I think you can miss out on a lot if you are afraid to stop and connect with people.
A few years ago I was heading south on a small road from Ciudad Maiz, MX towards Rayon and after riding about 40 km I spotted a little white car down the road with its hood up.
I approached cautiously (thinking hijack?) and a woman stepped out from behind the car, waving me down. I was ready to gun the motor and run as she explained that they ( there were 3 of them) had run out of gas and wanted to know if I could help them out.
I had just filled up at the last town and had plenty to spare, so while I pulled the fuel line off my tank, one of the men scrambled down the embankment and found a 2 liter juice bottle.
While we were filling the container - it took awhile with my small diameter fuel line- we began chatting: me in my slightly-better-than-broken Spanish.
The woman picked up some stones from the road and began to juggle while we talked. Turns out they were part of a circus troupe and the third man gave me his card and invited me to attend their performance.
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Makes for good memories.
..............shu
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