long ago in a galaxy far far away (Queens, NY). . .
I was horsing around with some friends, sitting on a moustrap kind of carrier over the front
wheel on a friends bike as he rode up and down the street.
The attachment of the rack to the frame broke and the whole assembly
pivoted nicely on the axle. I went sprawling spread eagled down the road as my friend tried desperately to not run the bike up my back. That little trick cost me about 12 stitches in my chin and well lets just say I walked funny for a while too.

Lets be careful out there.
Marty