So I was a kid riding my big bro's english racer, it was way too big and I was not that good with hand brakes having riden a bike with coaster brakes most of the time. I turned a corner and spotted a girl I had a mad crush on, sped up intending to screech to a skidding halt right in front of her and show off my biking prowess. Well I grabbed a hand full of front brake and hardly any rear and flipped right over the handlebars. Time slowed to a crawl and all I could think of was how I was going to ruin my summer by busting an arm or leg, man this was gonna hurt. Well I sailed over the bars, did a somersault rolling over my shoulder and back and popped up on both legs unscathed. I looked back to see my bike wobbling but still barely coasting towards me and I grabbed it and stood there with a goofy grin on my face. She looked at me, mouth agape, then said "You're really weird" and walked off.
Last edited by Rootman; 01-20-13 at 04:59 PM.