One grey morning on our recent Irish holiday, mrs_oab and I passed a young lady posing in front of a photographer.
Thankfully the photographer had sought to supply her with a wee net/mesh/crochet blanket as she had nothing on underneath apart from her pants, which appeared to have no insulation value what so ever.
I offered to stop and offer a jacket, but mrs_oab was confident in asserting we should not stop… ?
About a decade ago, on midsummers day, a group of 7 of my team from work were riding down from Ben Lawers through the new nature reserve. There was a young man vigorously helping a young lady with a choking issue – he was clearly putting effort into the Heimlich manoeuvre. All 7 of my team bid them “nice evening for it” or some such similar, but the icing on the cake was it was near the end of the descent so the team of 7 were all spaced out, from a few bike lengths to about 300m between them, so ensuring the sustaining of a greeting…
One night right in Rivelin Valley, Sheffield about 20 years ago three of us found a young man and lady trapped in a steamed up car. My friend stopped and introduced himself as a GP as he had concerns for the asthma attack the young man was clearly experiencing with shortness of breath and a flushed look…..To ensure that the couple really were alright he shone his suitably bright bike light on them and waited for an answer…
And 30 years ago mrs_oab and I went for a bike ride behind our work at Galloway Sailing Centre one evening. Let us just say that we both had a significant swerve around the couple who were lying in the track. Thankfully he had a very white bottom which was easily seen in the gloaming, and he was waving it at us or we may never have avoided them….
Clearly I have bike rides in ‘wrong’ places…