Years ago I was at a friends house. I saw a guy all by himself pushing a Moto Guzzi motorcycle by himself. I asked him how far he was going and what was wrong with the bike. He had a broken clutch cable and was going to the next town. I told him to wait where he was I would get my car and take him home so he can get a truck. I rode my friends brothers BMX bike with no seat about a mile to get my car.
I take him home and wait at my friends house for him to come with a truck. He shows up with a pickup truck with aluminum loading ramps just barely strong enough for a small lawnmower. I am in front close to the truck with my right foot under the ramp. We all push the bike up to the tailgate and the ramp breaks and one side of the U shaped ramps crunches my
big toe. Another friend takes me to the hospital, an I get a "walking" cast with a heel on it. A few weeks later I need a part for my motorcycle so I go to a shop 25-30 miles away.

I'm sure you can imagine that going into a Motorcycle shop with a cast on, you have to tell what happened. It's funny, but not super funny. The guy at the counter tells everyone in the back to come out to hear my story. These guys are all totally cracking up.....????,

Finally I ask what's so funny.

The last customer there before me was the guy buying a clutch cable for his Moto Guzzi. He just told his story.