This reminds me of the time I was at a party, and a dude showed up with his motorcycle. A motorcycle he had literally just purchased, that he didn't have a license for yet.
Picture a guy who also played guitar in a shitty band, who...well his entire personality was constructed around: Looking Cool, Being A Musician, and Owning A Motorcycle. He would say intellectual gems such as "You Ever Just Wanna Ride Off Into The Distance?" and "Sometimes I Just Don't Think People Are Ready For My Art." Can't make this up. Dude was easily the dumbest, most boring person I have ever met. Handsome AF tho so, he got away with it (life, eh?). I look back on my years in the art and music scene and just...cringe...at the fact that I ever willingly associated with people like this but...again, that's just life when you're in art school. Lot of people with no talent, money, and looks.
So he shows up to this party and there were a few people there, myself included, who owned or in my case had at least ridden a few motorcycles before. I happened to have the pleasure of watching him roll in, and from my vantage point on the roof...I was worried for this dude. Not to mention absolutely no protective gear other than a very expensive leather jacket he clearly grabbed at one of the ubiquitous vintage stores in our city.
So me and my friends are up on this roof watching him, making fun of him as he awkwardly parks and then just leans on his bike lighting a cig like he's god's gift to the fucking world and this is somehow original. Eventually some clearly very young girls go up to him and start talking, and it's clear he's offering her a ride around the block.
At this point, my friend is like "I'm gonna go down there, this idiot is gonna get that poor girl killed." And he goes down and walks up to the guy and we couldn't really hear what was being said but the end result was my friend riding off on his own bike and texting us saying he had to leave before he got in a fight. Sorry for the digression, I promise this is worth it.
So, naturally, this dude and this girl did not listen and she climbs on and he absolutely guns it down this alley. She's hanging on for dear life with one of those "I am fucking terrified but want to look cool / like I'm enjoying myself" faces, clinging to him with her phone in her hand so, not well...and he's doing everything he can do to keep the bike stable because he accelerated so quickly he can't get his legs into position.
And then he drove up, and off of, a stormdoor / basement door (you know, the wedges) and did what I can only describe as maybe the first ever street wallride on a chopper.
Before slamming both of them into the ground going who knows how fast, from about 6-10 feet up the wall. Absolutely amazing. 10/10 if he landed it. It wasn't really very badass though...I just, as it happened, was like "that crazy son of a bitch...if he lands it I'm clapping and cheering!" And then he didn't.
I think about 80 people must have witnessed this from all over different parts of this large warehouse party. Cops and an ambulance were there in about 10 minutes. Dude got arrested. She was pretty hurt, he was basically fine from what I heard later on.
And yes he milked his "horrible accident" for tons of sympathy.
Anyway that's my wall of text about something that happened years ago that for some reason I was compelled to share.
edit - I believe he was also drunk, but he had cocaine on him and that's why he was arrested. Shocking I know.