"Driving to the hospital in a hurry with my brother who had blood poisoning. I was scared so I was pulling about 12-15 over the limit and the road I was on was known for cops, but I just hoped I would get lucky. The car in front of me had a city police sticker on it (off duty). He was next to me and saw I had someone in the car looking distressed and inferred we were on this road for the hospital. So he cuts in front of me and goes FASTER than me. He got pulled over rather than me and on his way moving over he tipped his hat to me. I'm assuming he got off by the open brotherhood thing, but regardless the martyrdom was appreciated" (Source).
"A guy in a white full-size pickup probably saved my life a couple years ago. I got stuck in Denver traffic riding my motorcycle up I-25 (no fun on a bike), where 36 joins in there is a incoming merge lane on the left side, the mass of us on the Interstate are moving along at < 40mph but pretty close together. Some jacka-- comes flying down the onramp, goes past the merge lane so that he's doing ~70mph on the hard shoulder looking for a place to swoop in. I'm watching this in my rearview mirror and then realize he's coming for the space I am in and just hasn't noticed there is a motorcyclist there! I looked around and there was nowhere for me to go, so I hugged into car on my right hoping I could go between the lanes when the white pickup behind me swerved in front of the guy and put his truck between this reckless a--hole and me! Smoking tires, blaring horn and the jerk briefly goes off in the dirt but he didn't quite hit the good Samaritan in the truck, and most importantly didn't turn me into a grease spot on the pavement" (Source).
"Driving from southern Illinois up to Minnesota to see my family for Christmas. I'm broke as s--t at this point (I think I had about $8 in my checking account and $5 in my wallet, which I needed for tolls) and am planning on using a credit card to pay for the gas on my way. I'm not even driving my own car, as it had inexplicably quit working two days earlier, so my roommate let me borrow his for the trip (his parents lived in town, so him not having a car wasn't a huge deal). Fill up my car with gas in in Rockford, IL, and go in to pay, and my credit card is declined. No idea why, I made sure that I had no balance on the card before leaving. I'm debating over what to do besides hand the guy my debit card and eat the overdraft fee, when the guy behind me in line asks me where I'm heading. I tell him, and he pays for my gas and gives me another $20 to fill up the next time I have to stop. He tells me 'nothing's more important than getting to see your family at Christmas' (Source).
"On my way back to Nebraska from a Chiefs game, I was cruising on I-29 in Missouri driving 10-15 mph over the speed limit. There were two semis in the right lane and I was trying to pass them both. Yet right when I about to reach them, one jumped into the left lane and stayed there, side-by-side with the other semi. Once we passed the speed trap about a mile up the road, he got back out of my way. I am eternally grateful and pay if forward to just about any semi I see on the road" (Source).
"My aunt was driving cross country to her new house and my uncle and grandpa were in an old u-haul behind them. So my uncle looks pretty sketchy and he's 'following' my aunt and her daughters so these truckers decided to block my uncle and send word to all there other truckers buddies that there is some sketchy looking dudes following my aunt. They blocked off my uncle and slowed him way down for a while. Then the truckers caught up with my aunt at a truck stop and cleared everything up. Just again proving a point truckers are awesome" (Source).
"Driving highway 59 (two lane) in WY in the middle of the night, I hit a deer. Car's totaled. A dude pulls off and offers to help. With this guy's help we get the car coasting in front of us, my wife in the driver's seat trying to tell how far over she needs to get, and my baby son in the backseat. Behind us, coming around the bend is this huge 80's sedan, like a crown vic, barreling down the road. Stranger and I are off the road, and this car pulls hard to the left, just avoiding our car. The driver needs to correct three times to get straight on the road. I'm thinking how close that was when a second car comes around the bend and blasts into our car. Things get weird, like in the movies. I don't remember running to the car. All I remember is repeating oh no oh no oh no and pulling my baby out of the car. He and my wife were both fine, but they got a ride into town by ambulance and checked out at the hospital. I got taken to jail as I travel from CO to ND and back at least twice a year. Years prior, I had been pulled over and ticketed for having a headlight out. Being a broke (and stupid) kid, I just never paid it, and behaved on the road driving through. I imagined the police wouldn't have needed to get involved if we'd only hit the deer, I was wrong. Anyhow, this stranger guy, he stays at the hospital to make sure my wife is ok, and since we're stranded, he offers to let her use his truck while we're in town. Actually, he offered to let us take his truck all the way to our destination (ND) and back, but there was no way we could have taken him up on that. We had some family come pick us up and take us home. We ended up having that truck for two days. It turned out lucky that we were hit by a car afterwards, as there was an insurance payout and we were able to buy another car when we were in ND. P.S. After we get home my wife is telling her best friend the story, and we come to find out that the stranger is my wife's best friend's cousin! I don't even..." (Source).
"I had been out camping in the winter and left my headlights on, so when I came back the battery was flat. I got a jump from a dude, but the battery was still low and when I came down to a shady part of town, I stalled on a red light. I was thinking this was not a good time for that to happen, and then I saw in the mirror three young guys come running to the car. I wasn't sure what to think, but before I had time to react the guys started pushing my car really fast, so I got it started (I drive a stick shift). I just had to drive out of there as I was blocking the intersection, so I never got to thank the guys" (Source).
"While on my way home from Florida, I live in Ohio, around the Georgia/Tennessee border I passed another car with a set of Ohio plates. I'm not sure how it started but we took turns leading the way. We were going about 90 through Tennessee and every ten miles or so we would rotate. The theory was a cop is only likely to pull one of us over not both of us and we both just wanted to get home. So who ever was in front was the vulnerable one but thankfully I made it home ticket free..." (Source).
"I was running alongside a semi late at night. All of a sudden, the semi starts coming into my lane. I honk and try to speed up to get out of the way to no avail. He then swerved back. I thought he must have seen me. I was driving a little POS car and couldn't get up enough speed to pass him so I decided to slow down and get behind him. Again he starts coming into my lane. This time, a semi that had been just ahead of me slowed way down, putting his trailer in the way of the guys cab as it was coming over into my lane. The semi actually banged into it. It must have woke the guy up because he straightened up and then pulled over. I was so shook up I pulled over as well as the other trucker. Turns out the guy had fallen asleep at the wheel. The other trucker had seen my predicament from his rear-views and did what he could to help. If it wasn't for him, I'm sure I would have been a road waffle" (Source).
"4th of July six years ago, driving very late at night- so really it was probably the 5th of July at that point. I was driving home from a friend's lake house and must have been falling asleep behind the wheel. I came to when my car suddenly started lighting up in bright flashes. Two semis were side by side in the lanes behind me, flickering their lights to wake me (without scaring the s--t out of me like their horns would have done), as well as using their trucks to prevent other cars from coming near me. I will never, ever forget that and try to always remember that the people driving those things do so with the best of intentions for everyone on the road. They saved my life and preventing me from possibly hurting someone else" (Source).
"Around 7 years ago my whole family of 4 was bicycle touring across Canada. Around 3/4 of the way on our trip across the country we came upon a tight 2 lane tunnel (on a major highway) that bicycle's can go through but it's very dangerous due to the 90 degree bend in it and zero lighting. Before entering the tunnel we all stop to put our lights on to make ourselves more visible. With my dad taking the lead, followed by my 13-year-old bro and my 10-year-old self, and my mom taking up the rear, we all head into the tunnel together. As we enter we notice traffic from both ways stopped and we are alone in the tunnel. Turns out that these semi truck drivers had stopped traffic on both sides knowing that the tunnel is so dark and dangerous for us bikers. On a more general note, all along the trip the truckers were the best vehicles on the road. Despite having meter wide shoulders the trucks would still go as far over to the other side of the road as possible, knowing that the slipstream and the wind would suck us under their trailer and kill us. The WORST people on the road though were the RV'ers as they would pull 30-40ft trailers and buses with huge trailers behind and they wouldn't even budge a cm over. After talking to a trucker we found out that they have a nickname for RV'ers which is 'Terrorists' mainly because they're regular car drivers that just jump into a huge vehicle that is almost the size of a medium sized semi and think they can drive it like a car. From then on and still now whenever I see a RV, I always call them terrorists" (Source).
"I was driving down VA 28 going to Dulles airport when BANG! a have a blow out. I have to catch a plane so it caused me no little stress. I go to change the tire and, f--k, no tire iron. So I call AAA. And I wait. And wait. And wait. All of a sudden, this car pulls up behind me. I have no idea who it is so I get out. The guy driving is wearing a Goodyear shirt. I thought he might be the AAA guy. He was just driving by and saw my spare lying next to the car. He figured I was having a problem. He whips out his magical mechanic tools and changes my tire. While we are talking, he tells me he is on his way from his day job to his evening job. The guy had just spent 8 hours working on cars and was facing four more, yet he stopped to help me" (Source).
"This happened to my old teacher. She was dead tired after a dance competition, up over 24 hours or something crazy stupid like that. It was around midnight, and she took I-95 in her SUV driving alone. She felt something run over her foot and freaks out, thinking there's a mouse in the well of her car. Her car drifted over towards the ditch, during this time. She panicked, swerved the wheel, and her car rolls 3 full times, landing upside down. A truck driver behind her sees the accident, and on instinct, blocks both lanes of traffic with the bed. He gets out of the cab and sits with her, reaching into the vehicle to stroke her hair and calm her until the firemen can cut her out and take her to the hospital. Guy probably saved her life, and the lives of some of the drivers behind them. Oh yeah, the thing that brushed her foot was an old 5 dollar bill" (Source).
"I was driving back home in the mountains... and a damn blizzard came out of nowhere... (well, I don't look at weather forecasts so I'm sure it's my own damn fault)... anyways I was in a sports car with rear wheel drive trying to go up icy mountain slopes... it was insane, kept sliding around but that stabilitrac actually works really well. It was much easier to drive behind people if I drove over their tracks, but I didn't dare go faster to keep up with the 4WD trucks... and the tracks would just get snowed on and ice over after they got further away. After a few dozen people blew past me, someone passed and then went real slow and led me all the way to town. They obviously knew I was struggling, either by how slow I was going or the car I was driving, but it was a HUGE relief to have them there. They just waved and drove off at the first intersection in town" (Source).
"Can't choose either. First, went over a bump and one of my hubcaps fell off. Guy behind me followed me all the way to work to let me know where it was. Second, was crossing the street when someone just said, 'Stop,' and an 18 wheeler flew by inches from my face. A majority of people are good people, we just tend to focus on the --sholes" (Source).
"Near my house is a gas station situated on a steep hill. The pull-in is such that it's difficult to see up the road (uphill), and there are signs and such blocking the view downhill. You basically have to be pulled into the road already to see if it's clear to exit the place. So I was stuck here one day, peering cautiously one way and then the other, inching forward, repeating. There's a scary looking man in a huge truck in the parking lot across the street. He's bald, I can see his tattoos from across the street, and his truck's tires have the cab three feet from the ground. Intimidating. Anyways, as I continue to inch into the street, I see him flapping his arms to get my attention. I stop and watch him for a couple seconds, but he seems to just be watching the road. I'm confused but I wait a couple seconds out of curiosity (it's not like anyone is waiting behind me). Suddenly, he turns back to me, points both up and down the street, and gives me two thumbs up. Apparently, from that parking lot he could see both set of oncoming traffic and was waiting just to give me the all clear. I really wished I could tell him how much I appreciated it" (Source).
"This is the opposite for me. Driving back from a friends house on the highway the other night, around 1AM, I saw caution lights on a grade, and what looked like an old man and a young woman on the side of the road waving their arms. I decided that I was just gonna do it, pulled over, and backed up. They needed gas AND a jump, and a ride to a distant station for the gas. The ordeal took me well into the wee hours of the morning, but somewhere along the line it occurred to me that no matter the hassle, this was simply the right thing to do. At some point one of them said 'Jesus, it's good the right person pulled over.' And it occurred to me to say 'It feels really good to be the right person.' I hope they got home safe" (Source).
"Yesterday I saw a man leap out of his car at a red-light and close the back of a open u-haul trailer attached to a car in front of him. Five minutes later at chipotle he opened the door for me and my friend allowing us to enter and thus order first. In line he ordered food to go for 4 people. GGG right there" (Source).
"I was on 202 between West Chester & Norristown, PA, and there's an exit there to get on another freeway for Harrisburg. I was in the right lane, and a semi was in the left, and it was going to be a close call. I slowed down and flashed my lights at him to let him pass me and cut over so he could make the exit. The guy behind the semi slowed down and let me in front of him in the left lane so that I didn't have to wait behind the semi as he slowed and exited. I've never had someone be that polite in the Philly area! Usually people cut each other off and fight to keep you from getting in front of them. The second driver must have been a trucker himself" (Source).