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I remember one time when I was in high school I was riding home from a friend's house late at night. As I neared a sharp corner that I had to take, I saw there was a girl walking her dog near the corner and, being 17, I hoped she saw me. So I took the corner fast, in a confident showoffy kind of way. And just as I was leaning into it, my rear wheel hit a patch of black ice and slid out from under me. In the smallest fraction of a second, my body headed for the ground--- but then my rear wheel hit dry asphalt again, and my bike instantly righted itself, though I was now heading in the wrong direction. Some exclamations escaped me as I just barely avoided hitting the curb. Within a second I was on my way again, accelerating away from the location as fast as possible, hoping the girl hadn't seen me.