About 13 years ago at a special permitted camping event where people camp on the side of a dirt road where you usually can't, said people, one of them being me, are having breakfast sitting in camp chairs having coffee and relaxing before the days activities and might have an eye on the slightly downhill road on a brisk morning, I decide to ride casually down the road with no helmet, coasting at around 7 mph, no hands, because it is cold they are I'm the pockets.

Well the front wheel hits an unseen pebble and switches the handlebars and I'm instantly doing an endo.

Somehow in what must have looked like a rapid Groucho Marx move i stepped over the bars and rapidly speed walked out of it.

I was effing lucky I did not faceplant.

I'll never ride with my hands in my pockets ever again!!!