skudupnorth
Cycling Skoda lover
- Location
- Astley,Manchester
Yep ! Even if I could not do anything. I have helped a few cyclists In the past including two lost ones and I would hope someone would do the same back....two wheeled or four or sixteen !!
Would you stop?
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Mad Doug Biker
Banned from every bar in the Galaxy
- Location
- Craggy Island
That is awful!
Several years ago when I was about 15, I went into the public toilets that used to be outside Stratford (East London) Station and next to the bus stops (where the steam engine is now 'stuffed and mounted' on its plinth).
Anyway, I went to go into a cubicle and immediately when I opened the door a young guy appeared to fall forwards, hitting his head on the door as he did so, and shutting the door.
I got such a fright that I left him to it and assumed he was a junkie high on something or similar, besides, it was busy, so I thought someone would discover him eventually
I now wonder what happened, and I really, really wish I'd made sure he was ok. Lesson learned, I wouldn't hesitate to find out now!
Kestevan
Last of the Summer Winos
- Location
- Holmfirth.
When mrs Kes broke her leg last year she was being treated by paramedics in the middle of a single lane country road. A police car was at one side, and an ambulance at the other... both with flashing lights. As I was loading the bikes into the broom wagon (parked behind the copper) a delivery van pulled up, and the impatient arse of a driver gave me a load of grief because the road was blocked....... somehow I doubt whether he would have stopped for anyone.
Mad Doug Biker
Banned from every bar in the Galaxy
- Location
- Craggy Island
I have said this before, but I witnessed a guy having a seizure in the middle of a main road, so I ran over and pulled him onto the pavement before fetching his shopping for him.
When he came round, he gave me grief because I had surely squashed the cream cake he had in one of the bags!!
All the traffic just drove round him, with some people slowing to see what was happening. Luckily I was there so quickly that everything was ok.
When he came round, he gave me grief because I had surely squashed the cream cake he had in one of the bags!!
All the traffic just drove round him, with some people slowing to see what was happening. Luckily I was there so quickly that everything was ok.
Mad Doug Biker
Banned from every bar in the Galaxy
- Location
- Craggy Island
I was also at Clapham Junction not so long ago now and there was an old woman there who seemed to be getting upset about something, was breathless and seemed to be in pain. I asked if she was ok and in a terse voice she told me to 'go away'.
Hey ho, don't ever say I didn't try to help Missus! I was about to catch a (non vital) train anyway.
If she really was in trouble, then, with the amount of people, staff and cameras about, I'm sure she would have been seen too fairly quickly.
Hey ho, don't ever say I didn't try to help Missus! I was about to catch a (non vital) train anyway.
If she really was in trouble, then, with the amount of people, staff and cameras about, I'm sure she would have been seen too fairly quickly.
cd365
Guru
- Location
- Coventry, uk
Most people are sheep and require someone else to do the thinking first!
chriss2.0
Active Member
- Location
- hartlepool
+1 yep
Hill Wimp
Fair weathered,fair minded but easily persuaded.
Thought as much. Really don't understand the reasoning behind not stopping, other than someone on the way to a genuine emergency (e.g house on fire rather than tea's ready)
Even if you are on your way to a genuine emergency you stop, others can be called in to cover your original emergency.
crazyjoe101
New Member
- Location
- London
Yes.
ShipHill
Senior Member
- Location
- Worcestershire
Many years ago in the mid 1990s, I took my trusty Yamaha 900 (complete with the then Mrs ShipHill) over to Europe and I had only done about 10 miles or so after getting off the ferry in Calais when I came across an old British bike with the back wheel out on the hard shoulder and a man and woman looking quite fed up.
i stopped and offered any help I could and the guy said his back tyre had a puncture so could I take him to the next town.
Nah... have this 18 inch inner tube I've got here... and I got my spares out and gave him the brand new inner I always took on major jaunts. He offered me money but I flatly refused it.
I thought he was going to marry me.
The following tale contrasts sharply with the above and may make you dislike caroids more than you may already do.
I'm driving my car (boo!) back from town one wet and windy evening. It's dark, absolutely tipping down with rain, the wind is a blowing and it's pitch black. I'm pootling down the road to my village and just as I get to the first house there's a tree lay across the whole width of the road. 6 to 8 inches in diameter with hardly any leaves on it and quite thin branch wise.
So I pull up in plenty of time (attentive careful Reggie Molehusband that I am) and proceed to drag the tree out of the way.
Cars pull up from both directions and wait. None of the 3 or 4 car drivers offer any help whatsoever. They just sit and wait for me to drag the sopping wet heavy tree out of their way while they sit in the dry. Ah bless 'em. Pricks. I think 1 of them gave me a cursory wave as the tree was finally out the way and they sped off to their urgent meetings with Henry Kissinger or the life saving surgery they were just about to perform on a very poorly child.
I wish I could have dragged the tree out the way, driven my car past, then put the tree back before they had chance to move.
People eh.
i stopped and offered any help I could and the guy said his back tyre had a puncture so could I take him to the next town.
Nah... have this 18 inch inner tube I've got here... and I got my spares out and gave him the brand new inner I always took on major jaunts. He offered me money but I flatly refused it.
I thought he was going to marry me.
The following tale contrasts sharply with the above and may make you dislike caroids more than you may already do.
I'm driving my car (boo!) back from town one wet and windy evening. It's dark, absolutely tipping down with rain, the wind is a blowing and it's pitch black. I'm pootling down the road to my village and just as I get to the first house there's a tree lay across the whole width of the road. 6 to 8 inches in diameter with hardly any leaves on it and quite thin branch wise.
So I pull up in plenty of time (attentive careful Reggie Molehusband that I am) and proceed to drag the tree out of the way.
Cars pull up from both directions and wait. None of the 3 or 4 car drivers offer any help whatsoever. They just sit and wait for me to drag the sopping wet heavy tree out of their way while they sit in the dry. Ah bless 'em. Pricks. I think 1 of them gave me a cursory wave as the tree was finally out the way and they sped off to their urgent meetings with Henry Kissinger or the life saving surgery they were just about to perform on a very poorly child.
I wish I could have dragged the tree out the way, driven my car past, then put the tree back before they had chance to move.
People eh.
Archie_tect
De Skieven Architek... aka Penfold + Horace
- Location
- Northumberland
Always stop... and though I've only needed real help a few times, some genuinely kind and lovely people have always stopped to help me...
hopless500
Trundling along
- Location
- not-as-flat-as-you-think Norfolk
I wish you could have too. What are people likeMany years ago in the mid 1990s, I took my trusty Yamaha 900 (complete with the then Mrs ShipHill) over to Europe and I had only done about 10 miles or so after getting off the ferry in Calais when I came across an old British bike with the back wheel out on the hard shoulder and a man and woman looking quite fed up.
i stopped and offered any help I could and the guy said his back tyre had a puncture so could I take him to the next town.
Nah... have this 18 inch inner tube I've got here... and I got my spares out and gave him the brand new inner I always took on major jaunts. He offered me money but I flatly refused it.
I thought he was going to marry me.
The following tale contrasts sharply with the above and may make you dislike caroids more than you may already do.
I'm driving my car (boo!) back from town one wet and windy evening. It's dark, absolutely tipping down with rain, the wind is a blowing and it's pitch black. I'm pootling down the road to my village and just as I get to the first house there's a tree lay across the whole width of the road. 6 to 8 inches in diameter with hardly any leaves on it and quite thin branch wise.
So I pull up in plenty of time (attentive careful Reggie Molehusband that I am) and proceed to drag the tree out of the way.
Cars pull up from both directions and wait. None of the 3 or 4 car drivers offer any help whatsoever. They just sit and wait for me to drag the sopping wet heavy tree out of their way while they sit in the dry. Ah bless 'em. Pricks. I think 1 of them gave me a cursory wave as the tree was finally out the way and they sped off to their urgent meetings with Henry Kissinger or the life saving surgery they were just about to perform on a very poorly child.
I wish I could have dragged the tree out the way, driven my car past, then put the tree back before they had chance to move.
People eh.
- Location
- Glasgow
Yes, of course I would stop, if only to help by stopping traffic then calling for assistance.
To date, the only person I've rescued was a drunken man wanting to cross a motorway-like road. He couldn't make it, so decided to go for a sleep mid carriageway instead.
I have the local police station's number in my mobile
To date, the only person I've rescued was a drunken man wanting to cross a motorway-like road. He couldn't make it, so decided to go for a sleep mid carriageway instead.
I have the local police station's number in my mobile
Arch
Married to Night Train
- Location
- Salford, UK
I like to think I would.
A while back I was riding the maximus trike back to work, turned into a side street and came across an old chap lying in the gutter having been tipped out of his mobility scooter, trying to get up a drop kerb. I helped him up, aided by a passing postie. He was OK, and promptly blamed the council for the surface of the gutter, claiming that they spent all the money on roads within the city walls. He's not seen my street obviously! He'd clearly taken the kerb at a silly angle.
A month or so ago, he came into the centre I work at, wanting the name of his councillor, so he could complain about the traffic restrictions planned for Lendal Bridge, which he reckoned would ban his scooter from town (no such thing is true). Then he started on a "cyclists don't pay road tax" rant.
I wish I'd left him in the gutter...
I think it's a recognised fact that many, or most, people wait for someone to help before they do so, especially in a busy area. The same people might help straight away if they happened to be the only ones on a scene. It's one of those odd things about people!
A while back I was riding the maximus trike back to work, turned into a side street and came across an old chap lying in the gutter having been tipped out of his mobility scooter, trying to get up a drop kerb. I helped him up, aided by a passing postie. He was OK, and promptly blamed the council for the surface of the gutter, claiming that they spent all the money on roads within the city walls. He's not seen my street obviously! He'd clearly taken the kerb at a silly angle.
A month or so ago, he came into the centre I work at, wanting the name of his councillor, so he could complain about the traffic restrictions planned for Lendal Bridge, which he reckoned would ban his scooter from town (no such thing is true). Then he started on a "cyclists don't pay road tax" rant.
I wish I'd left him in the gutter...
I think it's a recognised fact that many, or most, people wait for someone to help before they do so, especially in a busy area. The same people might help straight away if they happened to be the only ones on a scene. It's one of those odd things about people!
