A few years back I stopped on the MUP to help a lady fix a flat. A guy pulled up alongside us and asked if I needed any tools. I said that I was good. Then he asked if I needed a beer. Of course I said yes. So he reached into one of his panniers, which were both chock-full of bottles, and handed me a New Belgium beer. Then this unknown beer ranger rode off without a word. A true example of instant-karma, if there ever was one.