As a lot of us are getting older, I'm not the least bit embarrassed to ask for help if I have to pick up a bike. I've even asked my neighbor for help pushing my FLH into the garage! The bike didn't run at the time, and I just couldn't push the beast up into the garage.
However, when I was younger (like in my 30's) I never had a problem, except once. After selecting a campsite with the club I was in, I stopped and put my feet down. My left foot fell into a hole I didn't see up to my knee. Over I went and was trapped! Three members rushed over and asked if I was alright. When I answered in the affirmative, negotiations began. It cost me a six pack for them to get the bike off me. Such is life in a motorcycle club. lol.