Boy, so many come to mind. Here’s one I remember fondly.
We used to live in an apartment complex that had a huge hill that was perfect for sled riding during the winter. Once during the summer, my two best friends -brothers Dirk and Jeff, were taking turns riding their bike down the hill.
They prodded me into giving it a try. Now this bike was a little bit too big for me and what was worse was that it had hand brakes, and only the front brake at that. I had never really gotten used to using a hand brake since my bike had the kind that, when you wanted to stop, you simply pushed the pedal (with your foot obviously) backwards.
Nonetheless, I was ready to give it a try. The brothers reminded me to tap the brake rather than to squeeze it and so I trudged off to the top of the hill.
As soon as I took off I realized why we never rode bicycles down this hill. I was at terminal velocity in moments and quickly found the urge to slow down. I “tapped” on the hand brake, which of course stopped the front wheel cold, and I went completely end-over-end at least for two full revolutions.
I’m lying there in a heap beside the bicycle and of course I’m bawling away. The two brothers rushed over and after ascertaining that I was still alive -barely, they just started cracking up. This was the type of uncontrolled, hysterical laughter that causes one to throw himself on the ground. After a bit, between sobs, I couldn’t help laughing myself though I was still very much in pain. It was the only time I can remember crying and laughing at the same time and the last time I took a bike down the big hill beside the apartments.