One summer when I was home from college my mother had invited the daughter of an old friend of hers to stay with us for a couple months. She was about my age and about my size and she actually raced bikes, so that was pretty good. I lent her one of my bikes --it was a Windsor, Columbus frame, Cyclone gears, nice bike-- and we went for a ride. So far so good, eh?

Well, here's the bad part. She got hit by a truck. Compound fracture of the femur. She was in the hospital for months. She was lucky she didn't die.

Anyway, that's my worst cycling memory, but it doesn't really count since obviously it was a lot worse for her.