As a youth, my regular was the Red Lion in Market Rasen.
I remember one of the locals called Bob, a local window cleaner and one of the towns notorious residents.
He was mid-40's, a bit of a drinker and always cycled to the pub (actually having no car he cycled everywhere).
One memorable night, he left to go home it a right state. We could hear him outside talking to someone and then shouting.
Looking out the window we could see him trying to mount his steed, and the talking and shouting was aimed at the bike.
It was just simply hilarious watching him walking round in circles trying deparately to get mounted whilst shouting at the bike to 'keep still'.
After countless failed attempts whereby he kept falling over the bike, he eventually got mounted, only to fall off after a matter of yards of meandering cycling.
We went outside to see if he was ok, after several minutes of checking him and the bike over and seeing neither was damaged, we suggested that it might be safer to walk. He told us he was ok and asked one of us to hold the bike still whilst he got on. One of the lads did so, and he mounted and wobbled off home.
Looking back, it was silly to let him ride in that state. But back then, the traffic was a lot lighter, and he lived in the town and didn't have that far to travel, so the danger was not great.