Bike wrecks….. I had a few bad ones when I was a child. Once upon a time, I even destroyed my cousin’s brand new birthday bike. We were in Wyoming.
My cousin and older brother were racing ahead of me and then we got separated by a truck and a horse trailer. I was trying to keep up, but I hit the truck and the wheel of my cousin’s new bike bounced all the long of the truck and trailer while I remained on the bike. Remarkably I was fine, but a little bruised. The older couple driving the truck probably about killed over from fright. I ended up sitting in a police car. I was so scared that I was in trouble. My family showed up and then after it was obvious that I was okay, we went to the store and I got a “get well” or we’re glad you’re alive board game as a present. I’ve always felt bad about destroying my cousin’s new bike, but since I could have probably died that day, I must have been made for great things. 😉 😉