I was bumbling along the Old Gloucester Road doing about 15mph this morning when a young lad on a multi-coloured cheap old mountain bike blatted past me with the distinctive farting of a 2 stroke motor. He was doing nigh on 30mph I should think. I cheekily shouted "Pussy" after him and thanked the Lord for the proper use of my legs.
A little further up the road he was scooting his bike along and I could take a better look. It was an old & rusty catalogue-type non-suspension MTB with rim brakes and he had cable-tied a teardrop tank to the top tube, and there was a small buzzy motor where the bottle cage would normally sit. I didn't have time to examine how the drivetrain worked as the motorists were getting fractious that we were 2-abreast, but he explained he had run out of fuel. "You'll have to pedal Iike me then, good luck" quoth I and off I went. Brave !
I also helped push a broken down car to the side of the busy roundabout under J16 of the M5. Countless motorists passed by not lifting a finger to help. The young couple were grateful for my assistance.