OCONTO - The pickup truck slowed to a stop, the passenger side window lowered, and a friendly face leaned over from the driver's side. It was early Saturday afternoon, and I was standing in a ditch a couple of miles north and east of Oconto with a bicycle tire in my hands, in the midst of trying to change the inner tube. "You sure?" the driver asked. "Yep!" I called again, knowing even as I said it, it was a lie. "But thanks a lot!" "OK!" He smiled again and waved, and drove slowly away.