Some random drunk guy riding his bike just crashed into the curb running along our road and collapsed on our lawn. Scott and I were outside spreading top soil on some lawn we want to replant. We saw the whole thing: the slow motion pedaling, the collapse, the subsequent half-conscious lying…it was pretty nutty. Thought he was mentally handicapped for a while.
I cautiously approached him to see if he was OK. He didn’t really know what was going on for a while and I tried talking to him. He couldn’t say much. I helped him up and had to steady him to even stand. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Then he insisted I stand his bike up and he pedaled off down the road at about 2 miles per hour. Don’t now how he didn’t tip over.
The last thing he said to me was "I love you." Classic drunkenness, I guess; I thought they only acted that way in the movies… :)
Scott and I then got a bit concerned. He could peal out in front of a car pretty easy or crash in the park some place. So, we called 911 and gave them a description and his bearing. Hopefully they find him and he gets cleaned up.