My first four drops were all solo events, with nobody around to see or help. But they were easy to put back on the wheels.
The last two were more memorable. I dropped it at a gas station where I'd pulled in to make an adjustment to my rig- not at the pumps island. A Harley rider was at the pumps and we struck up a conversation, over a distance of 40 or 50 feet. I decided to reduce the span and started toward him. BAM! Down I went. The other fellow IMMEDIATELY stopped pumping, came over, and uprighted Brutus all on his own, and from the "off" side. He then stayed around chatting until I got the bike started again, to make sure I was okay and good to go. A very decent chap,
The last time was in rural Indiana, where I'd taken a detour to avoid a small but nasty-looking thunderstorm cell. Once I was safely out from under it, I stopped to snap a photo. The shoulder was very soft gravel, and... you got it- as I was duck-walking to get pointed back down the road, the front wheel dropped into the soft stuff and down we went.
I could not get it back up on my own- I was in the ditch and couldn't get a good angle from the low side- but within three minutes no fewer than five carloads of strangers had stopped to help. In seconds everything was restored to order, and within a few more seconds I was once again all alone. Hardly even had a chance to say "Thank You" to all my mystery benefactors.