This happened about a year ago when I was riding my scooter from my home in Chiang Mai to visit friends in Pai, in northern Thailand. The route is famous for its mountain road with hundreds of sharp bends, and it's about a three-hour ride.
I'd done the journey before, so I was quite relaxed. But about halfway there, in the middle of a steep climb through the forest, the engine started to splutter, and then it cut out completely. I managed to push the scooter to a small lay-by. There was no phone signal, and the next village was about eight kilometres away.
I tried to restart it several times with no luck. After about forty minutes, a farmer passed by in a pickup truck. Although he spoke a northern dialect that I found difficult to understand, he looked at the scooter, shook his head, and gestured for me to put it in the back of his truck. He drove me to his village, where his nephew ran a tiny repair shop. It turned out to be a blocked fuel pipe, and they fixed it in twenty minutes for a very small fee. They even gave me lunch.
The experience affected me in two ways. On a practical level, I learned my lesson: I now get my scooter serviced before every long trip and carry a basic repair kit and water. On a personal level, it reminded me how generous people in rural areas can be. I'd been quite scared on that empty road, but it ended up being one of the best parts of the whole weekend.