My Mini’s wheel fell off going round a roundabout. I hitched a lift to the local garage and the owner drove me back to the roundabout, crawled around picking up the various bits and then put the wheel back on for me. And all for no charge.
That Mini was a legend - broke down on a very wet August Saturday on a busy high street, someone shut their shop to help me move it and then called their local mechanic - turned out he’d been the guy who’d sold it new 18 years earlier. Countless people stopped me to say they’d owned it at one time or another.
Sold to a friend who promptly wrote it off - useless twat.