It's not always that bad. There are some Good Samaritan tales to warm the heart!
I hesitate somewhat before telling this rather sad and wistful tale, Mrs P didn't want me to, but it's been several months ago now.
Nothing to do with cycling, we were in the car going up to Steyning Bowl, one fine day last summer, with the idea to park there and walk to Cissbury Ring (a local beauty spot). It's a narrow 1-in-6 hill and quite tricky to negotiate even by car.
Here. Well, there was this car in front of us going rather slowly, suddenly it started belching clouds of grey smoke and came to a halt. We couldn't pass so we stopped: then the driver got out, he was very elderly and looked rather frail and distressed. We asked him if we could help, he said he couldn't understand why his car had suddenly stopped. I offered to roll his car (a Renault clio) back and guide it to the side of the road, so that traffic could at least squeeze past. Then he told us his story, he lived in Steyning just down the hill, and sadly his wife had passed away the night before in Worthing Hospital, he was going to the hospital to pick up her effects. What could we say? Anyway it turned out that he had AA membership but no phone, we called the AA on his behalf. It's a fairly quiet road but another car with a family stopped, also offering help. I explained the situation to them, asked if they could possibly give this man a lift to the hospital. They agreed - I don't know if Worthing was out of their way or not (it would certainly have been a huge detour for us). So the man handed us his keys and we offered to wait for the AA man for him. Luckily it was a fine spot to sit on the bank and have our lunch while we waited.
When the AA man arrived he immediately diagnosed the trouble - worn-out clutch (as I'd guessed). He then mentioned (probably shouldn't have) that this man's date of birth was down in their files as 1915 - making him
ninety-five. And still driving! The AA man was somewhat dismissive - made some remark about 'these old geezers don't know how to use the clutch' or something. I felt like retorting
'Hey, I'm no spring chicken myself, I've been de-clutching since you were in nappies'... but I held my peace. He didn't mean any offence: it just came out.
The AA man then took over responsibility for the car and arranged for it to be towed back to the owner's house in Steyning. We went on our way and still got our walk to Cissbury in - although we had to shorten our route.
I hope that old gentleman got savely delivered to the hospital, even under such sad circumstances, and was properly looked after. The folks who gave him the lift seemed genuinely sympathetic. We didn't really help much - just offered to stay around - but these others went way out of their way. People can be really decent sometimes...