Many years ago I had a cessna 170 based at the Waunakee Wisconsin airpark.   I was
coming in to land and a little fellow cuts towards the runway on his bike.   As I overfly he drops it right
on the centerline and bolts. Now there was enough runway left in the denominator and with careful
attention to any more animal crossings I land and scoop up the offending  bicycle.

Pretty soon his lawyer shows up with some sort of explaination I cannot remember in an effort to get the bike back.  It gives me a good chance to give the Airport Safety Lecture.   I suggest that if he would like to sit in
the plane and put the headphones on that is fine.   Now the rest of The Little Rascals are hiding behind rocks and bushes nearby watching to see what happens.  I suggest that if someone can produce a responsible parent
there might be enough daylight for a ride or two.  Eventually some parents are located and it is another chance to reinforce the airport safety lecture (and make sure bail was posted and a sentencing hearing was scheduled).

One mom had been in the Navy which made her most qualified to interview hobo pilot and she asked various questions about my freshmen flying background (she even looked at my logbook).   One or two of the kids got Young Eagles certificates.  One of the others certainly learned his lesson as I can be sure Navy-Mom narced on him.

I did give him his bike back.
Todd