Round here they seem to like riding on the river pathway, or at least that was the fashion a few years ago. The problem is the path is only just wide enough for one person in places, so when pedestrians hear the Nuurrrrrr! of an approaching moped they usually had to dive into the bushes to avoid being hit.
On one occasion we were aforewarned of the approaching scally from behind and took refuge appropriately. We turned to see an elderly woman narrowly avoid being hit, and the scally rode on at full tilt.
I'm not entirely sure what came over me at this point. Those that have met me will know I'm not the sort to threaten the Peking treatment to a duck, but something just snapped.
I pushed. Bike and rider went into the wet, and we went on our merry way. I'm not proud but I think, on that occasion, it needed to be done.