I decided to go out for a quick ride this early afternoon. As temps were warming up nicely. So I gear up and head out. My first stop was just over an hour away. Where I planned to fill up and then continue on. As I only had just over a half a tank when leaving my house. Fast forward, I arrive at the destination and pull up to the pump. Go to pull out my wallet and it's no where to be found. Panic sets in.. I am about 65 miles from home and my bike shows 55 mile range. So I head back towards home. I am feathering the throttle and watching the range evaporate on the LCD screen faster than I am racking up the miles. The range finally goes - - - on the screen. Not going to push it any further. So I pulled into the gas station. Thankfully, I see a fellow biker just beginning to fill up. I cautiously approach as he is carrying. I announce myself and humbly explained my situation. He just laughed and opened his wallet and asked what I needed. He gave me a $10, which was more than I needed. I offered to send him cash. He smiled, and told me to pay it forward. Good dude, and also restored my faith in humanity. I would have done the same thing for someone. But I truly appreciated his generosity. After arriving home and finding my wallet on the hood of my car? I promptly stuck a $20 Bill with my registration packet. So I wouldn't find myself in that pickle again.