About a year ago I was driving back from a cafe, reached my neighborhood, 11 AM on a Saturday, in my -ku, probably had some Notorious BIG on, middle aged gangsta slouch. An extremely drunk, very elderly man, with at best, 25% of his remaining teeth, is 100 yards ahead biking towards me, against traffic, in the middle of the lane. I slow. Down. Complete stop. He reaches me but realizes he is about to hit an immovable object. Gets off the bike, puts on the kickstand, and starts flailing his hands ranting about something I didn't care about, likely his rights as a cyclist to do life ending things. Ultimately he got back on his bike and swerved around me and the other 10 cars that had stopped, and continued on.
Oh wait...is this thread supposed to be about confessions of dumb shit I did?