backwhen I was young and dumb
(as opposed to. . . ) I was being ridden on the spring
type book rack on the front of a friends bike.
He jumped a curb and it let go from the frame.
Being attached to the front axle it promptly
succumbed to gravity and dumped me
ignominiously on the pavement where I learned
an abject lesson on skidding down the the tarmac
on ones chin while your buddy tries in vain to keep
from riding up your back. . .
the resultant stitches were fun too

Marty