09-20-2011, 12:51 AM
There are a few, but there's this one time I remember when I was biking in the neighborhood church's parking lot. (Until this year, I'd always lived almost next door to some sort of church but I've never been to any churches that I can remember. Odd, huh?)
I was about 7 or 8, and I had coaster brakes. I was biking with some neighbors, a 12 or 13 year old and his 5 or 6 year old brother on his training-wheels, and it was on a slight slope. There was a row of evergreens at the bottom and the road was at the top. So I pedaled downhill and the little kid ran right in front of my path. I reversed the direction of my pedaling, but the brakes didn't go on. I ran over his training wheel, and kept on heading down. I remember panicking, and as the bike headed for the curb, I jumped off and landed in the grass on the other side of the curb.
I waited a moment before getting up, a little bit shocked, and everyone else came running up. I looked up, and my bike had jumped the curb up about 3 feet into one of the evergreen trees.
I was about 7 or 8, and I had coaster brakes. I was biking with some neighbors, a 12 or 13 year old and his 5 or 6 year old brother on his training-wheels, and it was on a slight slope. There was a row of evergreens at the bottom and the road was at the top. So I pedaled downhill and the little kid ran right in front of my path. I reversed the direction of my pedaling, but the brakes didn't go on. I ran over his training wheel, and kept on heading down. I remember panicking, and as the bike headed for the curb, I jumped off and landed in the grass on the other side of the curb.
I waited a moment before getting up, a little bit shocked, and everyone else came running up. I looked up, and my bike had jumped the curb up about 3 feet into one of the evergreen trees.