You never know where inspiration will come from. Certainly not a random woman in a swimming pool wearing a pith helmet and weilding a selfie-stick.
They became known as the witches of Scooterwick. The two scooteresque gang members had floral basket displays and would often transport half of the buffet around with them. They would zoom past, slam on their brakes and weave amongst the other guests sounding the foghorn. When it was misty on deck they would appear from the fog sounding their foghorns and cackling hysterically. Amongst the fog, screams and revving could be heard as the dangerous driving ensued.