I had a couple of white shirt Mormons come to my rescue once when I broke a bike chain while riding on a greenway. I had no tools, they did and helped me get back to riding.
I managed to thank them and ride off before they started their spiel.
I was broke down In Utah once, was blistering hot, a passing car noticed I was limping, and stopped and asked if I was alright. I explained that the heat from the tar had blistered my feet badly, and she offered to drive me to my motel I was staying in. I thanked her, and she drove away. 20 minutes later there is a knock, I open the door, and there is her daughter with a bag of groceries and some herbs to soak my feet in. Not sure what it was, but it really helped soothe the pain. They were Mormons. But they didn’t try to preach at me or anything.
I suppose they were doing their required ‘good deeds’, but still, it was mighty nice of them to help a long haired hippy like I was back then.
If you love cooking eggs on pavement, go to Utah lol