When I was about, oh 9 years old maybe,
me and my friends were riding bikes down
this hill, enjoying the nice Sunday afternoon,
when this jerk in front of me wants to stop.
I know what you're thinking, he'd turn right?
no, he just stops and I hit his tire and go flying
over the handlebars(Yeah, I can ride my bike with no handlebars)
and do two flips. Lucky me, my friend was there to help me home.
After that the kid rides home and never speaks to me again, lol.