Only two times that I can recall that my bike and I ended up needing a ride. The first time was when I dropped my front tire through the slots of a storm grate as a kid and an attentive and considerate gas station attendant, who knew my father, made the phone call for me.
The second time was when I was a teen on a group ride, one rider crashed hard causing the other teen riders to elect having their parents come and get them, being that I didn't wish to ride 50 miles alone at that time, I elected to be taken home as well.