Reminds me once when a teenage lad got knocked off his bike by a taxi outside our house - we heard the screech and bang and went out to see what was what. Lad was shaken but undamaged, unlike his bike. As we had a fairly large estate car, I was able to stick the bike in the back and ran him to where he was going, a couple of miles away...
...mum comes out of the house, takes in the sight of the squashed bike, forlorn son, and me, and looks absolutely aghast - lays in to me big time for nearly killing her son before either me or the kid could even get a word in edgeways...
David