When we were little kids back in the late 60s/early 70s…my little brother came flying into the yard on his bike. A Schwinn Racer with 26” wheels. He intended to make a turn and go to the backyard. But the garden hose was stretched from the faucet to the nearby tree and was wrapped around it…about 12” off the ground. Either he didn’t see it, or thought his wheel would go over it. It didn’t. The hose went over the top of the wheel, snagged at the steer tube, and immediately stopped the bike…but not him. He flew over the handlebars like Superman. He landed in the grass, and wasn’t hurt. To this day I laugh when I think of that (and so does he).

Dan