I was coming home from college in 1980 and had a flat on the interstate. Crawled under the old pickup and discovered my spare was flat. I stuck out my thumb with the flat beside me and watched 3,130 cars pass me by. I about gave up hope when a green 70s Nova pulled up with two black guys. Country blacks. I put the tire in their trunk and wedged myself in the back seat on broken bottles and trash. I told them I had been waiting for an hour. They said they knew what it was like. Gave me a 12 mile ride to the next exit with a gas station, waited while they fixed it, gave me a ride back, then didn’t want any money. They said they were glad to help and weren’t doing anything anyway. As they pulled off, I managed to throw a $10 in the window. They slowed down then sped up again after thinking about it. But, times have changed.
Made it the local McDonalds...walked in...mostly black folks. Saw a group of older black guy's asked them where the nearest Auto Parts was...One guy spoke up and offered to take me there...I bot some trannie fluid and he drove me back. Real nice guy...couldn't have found a better guy to help me. He wouldn't take any money.....
Trannie was cooked though!! Ha!! Had to call tow truck.....