The two worst crashes I've had were as a kid. In one, I was riding down my street popping small wheelies. It wasn't your typical Wheelie Bike but still, by pulling up on the handlebars I could lift the front wheel for a second and then come back down. One time I did that and watched the fork lift, but the wheel stayed on the ground rolling just a tiny bit faster than the bike I was on. I came down on the fork tips and toppled, but don't remember hurting from it.
In the other one I was racing my friend Jay down the same paved street. I was next to the curb on my right, Jay was on my left, away from the curb. I won and stopped pedaling, but Jay kept pedaling and went ahead of me after the finish line. I had a premonition and yelled out "Don't turn!" He hollered "What?" I said "Go straight. DON'T TURN!" Jay turned right into a driveway. My front wheel clipped his back wheel and I went flying. I had huge strawberries on my leg, arm, and forehead, and felt 100% deflated. I stood up and mumbled "get my bike" and walked home and collapsed on the couch, where I just kinda laid for awhile. Fun times, huh? Dave -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/rbw-owners-bunch/00ba5e49-320e-4266-8665-773977c0f352%40googlegroups.com.
