When I was a late teen, I was heading back from visiting Grandparents at Cessnock at night. Came across a car on the side of the road with a bloke trying to flag me down. Remote road at night didn't ring SAFE in my books, so I stopped 30m short of him with the lights on him and his car. Motor running, car in gear, foot on clutch, doors locked and window cracked just a bit to let him approach. Came to my door and asked that I wind down the window. Hmmmmm - no. He said he had broken down and could I have a look. Claimed I didn't know anything about cars (wasn't too far a stretch). I kept on for me to help. Alarms bells starting to tinkle a bit. Then I happen to put my foot on the brake. In the rearvison mirror, catch a glimpse of someone sneeking around the back of the car with something shiny in his hand. Ding, ding, ding enough for me, right foot down, left foot up and gone. Dropped into the next town and had a chat to the cops. Nothing heard or read in the paper later.
I take the rule of accessing each situation and making a call depending on where I am, what time of day, who I have in the car with me and what is their situation. Even I drive on, I will let the coppers in the next town know.
A little while back, I came across a bloke towing a van pulled up on the Tin Can Bay Rd. Hot day with his bonnet up and wife and young kid trying not to melt. Pulled up and sussed out his situation. Car hot as he done a fan belt and boiled the radiator. Not a roadside service member, so I gave his wife and kid some cold water I was carrying and drove him into town to pick up a new belt and some coolant. Back to his car and helped him as he had no tools or idea. Got him going and all seemed right again with the world. Off they went to start their holidays. Suggested he gets it checked out when he finds a mechanic and watches the temp guage like a hawk.