Brings to mind a not-so-good Samaritan experience I had some years ago . . .
Riding home from a Blue Knight event, a throttle cable broke on me out on a very rural highway.
Was a hot day so I removed my leather jacket and colors, hanging them over the left bar end and went about digging for tool requisite a MacGyver repair.
Some minutes later I heard the unmistakable rumble of a pack of Harley approaching.
I watched with curiosity as about a dozen Banditos, riding side by side came towards me.
The leader began to pull left and turn off onto the wide shoulder where I was sitting.
When he got to within 10 feet of my position, he saw my colors and then excitedly yelled back to his amigos, COP! COP! COP! while he executed a quick right turn back onto the roadway.
Our eyes locked. I watched the startlement on the leader's face as he watched me laughing my arse off!