I was on a road trip using a borrowed Gold Wing
Riding from Santa Rosa CA to Scottsdale AZ in July 81 or 82
Stopped at a roadside place about 40 miles below Boulder dam (gone now)
Had a couple of cold Pabst
Jumped back on and rode
Got to Kingman, another 70 miles
Stopped and filled the tank
Reached in the tank bag for the wallet
Hey what the *%@#*&%?, no wallet
Some guy saw me fretting and came over and paid for the gas (deed #1)
Zoomed back to the roadside
Asked after my wallet, nothing but blank faces
It was a half dozen mobile homes and a roadside flee market
Couple of hours pass while I try to figure how to scrape up the cash/gas to get home.
Finally decide to sell my 45mm camera.
Hearing my plight
The flee market guy scrounged 18 buck from all the poor locals (deed #2)
About then the market/bar owner comes out and asks me to describe my wallet
Hands it to me and says
Some poor old hermit that lives 30-40 miles up in the desert had come back with it (deed #3)
Opened the wallet, in the secret pocket all 800 of my road bucks are intact
Store owner tells me that that was more than the guys annual income
The guy had evaporated into the desert by now.
He had a tab at the store
I paid it
RePaid the flee market denizens, bought em a beer
Had one myself and Rode on

Decent day for humanity