Cycling down Park Lane years back, a clearly pissed moped rider was kicking at a car until the driver got out. Rider was trying to hit him while unable to stay upright - his jeans and underwear fell down to his knees at one stage, and he still kept swiping at mid-air rather than fix them. It was rather unedifying.
Got off my bike, took the big bunch of keys from his moped (which he'd crashed into the kerb) and threw them over the 12 foot wall of one of the big embassy-type buildings. Went on my way, he's still probably wondering where his keys are.
Cycling down Park Lane years back, a clearly pissed moped rider was kicking at a car until the driver got out. Rider was trying to hit him while unable to stay upright - his jeans and underwear fell down to his knees at one stage, and he still kept swiping at mid-air rather than fix them. It was rather unedifying.
Got off my bike, took the big bunch of keys from his moped (which he'd crashed into the kerb) and threw them over the 12 foot wall of one of the big embassy-type buildings. Went on my way, he's still probably wondering where his keys are.