Helping Hells Angels

Today I was riding up Little Cottonwood Canyon and had one of the most amusing things happen to me.  A big fat hells angle biker dude pulled up on a new Harley to a stop sign on a road that was slightly off camber.  Apparently he did not know how to adjust for this and ended up falling over.  This was pretty funny by itself because there is nothing better than watching a fat guy with a Willey Nelson hair cut fall over and roll like an over-sized sausage down a hill, however there is more.  I continued to ride toward the intersection that is now blocked by the downed Harley and the guy struggling to lift it back up.  At this point I am laughing so hard that I can barely see.  I was then struck by an idea.  I rode up to the guy, dismounted from my 15 pound bicycle, and proceeded to pick his motorcycle up for him in my spandex and full carbon shoes.  All that I needed was a cape and a pair of underwear over my shorts and I would have been super hero material.  I can't think of anything moredestructive to a macho image than having to get a 6'2" 143 lbs cyclist pick your Harley up for you.  Since I don't have a picture of it, here is a picture of me and you can imagine the rest.