I've already posted about the guy that I saw in Bangalore with a pair of big calor gas bottles with a bit of string tying the tops together and slung over the pillion. The gas bottles were skimming the ground on both sides of the bike and showering sparks every time the slightest lean angle was used.
On a trip to Mysore, our bus pulled up at some traffic lights and next to us there was a guy virtually sitting on the petrol tank while his mate was on the pillion carrying a truck tyre widthways across the bike. Unfortunately, matey on the pillion had ignored the first rule of pillion riding and had put his feet down at the lights (probably because his mate on the petrol tank couldn't put his feet down). The lights went green and the bike set off with the usual "motocross start" in a charge to be first into the next bend. The bloke on the pillion tried to get his feet back onto the pegs, but his right foot missed, he tried flailing wildy to get back on the peg but his foot went back down on the floor. For the next 20 yards the guys right foot, then his left foot went down as he frantically tried a sort of run, bouncing from foot to foot, still straddling the bike to get back on the pegs but to no avail. With the bike wobbling violently from side to side the inevitable happened, both the guys feet hit the deck at the same time, flicked his legs in the air and he fell off the back into the path of following traffic - which didn't seem to slow down but just steer around him. In itself that was funny enough, but, as he fell of the back he let go of the tyre he'd been trying to carry, which fell forward and neatly "hoopla'd" his mate who was trying to ride the bike from the petrol tank. This poor hapless sod then found his attempts to control the weaving bike completely stymied by having his arms neatly pinned to his side. Of course there was only one outcome and the bike went down, bringing a couple of nearby scooters and bikes with it. meanwhile, the rider was still pinned in the tyre which was now rolling across the road, with matey spinning along inside it towards an oncoming truck.
Of course he didn't do too many revolutions before he stopped and, at the time me and my mate who witnessed this from the bus alongside had our hearts in our mouths thinking he was just about to get his head crushed. Fortunately, no-one was seriously harmed and although it all happened in about ten seconds once we realised that the guy was OK, the release of tension and the sheer slapstick of it all had us on the floor clutching our sides. I'd been sitting nearest the window and nudged my mate when I first spotted this loony trying to carry the tyre, but we were the only two on the bus to witness it - the rest of them just thought we'd cracked, cos we couldn't stop laughing for the next 10 minutes.