So many. How do you choose just one.
2 of my childhood ‘experiences’
Lost the bike on a corner racing down a 1in6 hill. Skated across the road until the kerb collected me but which I then slid down with the corner up my arse. It wore through my jeans, then my arse. I couldn’t sit for days.
Or maybe it was racing through a tunnel under the M1 and as I got to the bottom some plonker rode across the tunnel exit on his bike. The resulting collision threw me straight over the bars like superman. The landing grazed so many places but mainly my hip where I still have a scar.
Or more recently, when I rode across the road at traffic lights on 3 way junction. I cut across to the centre island and lifted my front wheel up the big kerb, and planted it right on the edge. This compressed my front suspension enough to very gently roll me over the bars onto my face, and still clipped in then into the road in front of a very amused woman in her car at the lights. No injuries other than to my pride.
But I did untangle myself, get up and take a bow. To receive applause from the car driver.