I remember when my stator disconnected while riding, and I didn't know it until I found myself on the side of the road with a dead battery. I was 1,000 miles from home, all my bags on the ground by the bike, and even had the seat off. And not one bike even slowed down...they just waved at me as they went by.
That day, my hand gesture for "Yes, I could have used some help" was my middle finger straight up in the air. >:)
But, sometimes, being the damsel in distress doesn't really suck! Over a week ago I found myself facing the task of pushing a bike uphill for half a mile in 95° heat (long story). Thankfully, someone DID stop to help. He was kinda cute, too! This past Sunday, we went out for a ride, stopped and had a picnic in the park (a surprise HE put together no less!), rode some more, and ended up having a couple drinks before going our separate ways. Tomorrow we have plans to get together again.