Actually, a few times. Once, a "less-drunk" me ran down a steep hill that my wasted buddy was incontrollably rolling right into highway traffic. We were walking together, when suddenly he lost his balance and footing, and started rolling like a flailing tumbleweed down into a highway road. I managed to grab him to the ground before reaching the road. Another time, I was driving on a Brooklyn two-way single-lane street, when I noticed a car rolling slowly in the opposite direction. As I looked over, the driver was slumped on the steering wheel, and the car was ready to roll into pedestrians on the sidewalk. In a nanosecond, I stopped my car, jumped out, ran over to that car and pulled the column lever into park. This was in summer, his car window was opened fortunately. I yelled for someone to go call police (this was in 70's), I left the drunk slumped over, threw the keys on the floor.
