I was tearing across this old tobacco field in Connecticut one autumn with my best friend Eddie, very sharp eyes, on the back. Just before going through a barrier of trees Eddie screamed and fell off the back. I slammed on the brakes forcing it into a slide out and hurried over to see if he was ok. Standing, he said "look" pointing ahead. There just in front of me was a taught , rusted neck high strand of barbed wire. His scream saved my life. Figured maybe a 10 speed would be safer.