I once nearly crashed into the back of my Dad's car when I was 10. It was raining, we were on holiday in Mull, and my brother and I were cycling down a large hill. My Dad, driving in front of us (obviously) braked for a sharp curve and so naturally, I braked too..... with no real effect in the wet. Luckily with me rapidly sliding towards the boot, my Dad sped off again and a collision was avoided.
Would I have got any sympathy? No, not a bit of it! My Big brother, Mr Perfect, would have slagged me because I didn't brake in time (a lot of old bollox, because, obviously, he would have started to brake about 3 hours in advance and, of course, wouldn't have been in exactly the same situation as myself at all!).
And My Dad would have laughed at me... after making sure I hadn't damaged the back of the car of course!
