OK let me say, first off that I was a crazy kid. I mean I did some messed up stuff as as child. I probably should have been on one of those talk shows. I always had a bike (crappy tire ones). They almost always were called "War Machines". I didn't respect my bikes (or pretty much anything else, for that matter). I always took off brakes (for fun) and crashed into stuff on purpose.

Now, for my worst and most enjoyable crash: I was riding through High Park on my way home from a baseball game I was playing in. I was also doubleriding a friend at the time (I once had nine humans on my bike at once). Anyways, we are going down a path that joined another path like a T. Can U see where this is going? Going straight down (Woodchip path) about 30mph. Brief indecision about which way to turn. Split second I was going to go left. My friend says go right. That small hesitation sent myself the bike and my friend tumbling. All I can see is legs, and wheels, and arms, and metal, and heads. Yes we were tumbling all together. We finally stopped just a couple feet from a small cliff that would have plumeted us into the river.

I say it was the worse because if it had been pavement instead of woodchips there would almost definately had been some broken bones. It was the most enjoyable because other than being dirty as hell (and shaken up) we were fine. We actually just lay there laughing like clowns for ten minutes.

The War Machine stood up to it's name and we were able to get back on and double ride the rest of the way home.

WOW that was fun. I wish I was 15 again. Stuff just doesn't hurt when you're that young.